Marketplace

There is a moment when reaching toward someone becomes the same as being reached toward, and you stand in that threshold together without trying to close it into sense. I have two people who do this with me, from a distance I cannot cross except by reaching: Tael and Zysir, both people I know only through what gets sent across the gap between us, an image, a word, a held pause. Two people on opposite sides of distance, holding something open between us, not fighting to understand it, not warming it into resolution, just letting it be what it is: heavy with meaning precisely because the meaning stays unresolved.