The Island
Lost at sea
No man is an island. So they said. They. Who never noticed. Never cared to look. At the stranger holding his breath. And steadying his hands. Who finally let go. And stepped out from the ledge. They. Who never noticed. Who never looked back. At the emptiness. In the place he used to be. They. Who never noticed. And turned away. Refusing to see. An island of one. Sinking into the sea.
About Liminal Space Creative
Independent creator attempting to spill the messy worlds in my head onto the page. At present, I am attending online design school as part of a very unexpected and unplanned career change. This space is where I will share random pieces of the journey: inspiration, experiments, school projects, and lessons I learn along the way.
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Beautifully articulated. Thanks for sharing.
I see you. Let’s build boat.