0 – Every Unknown Is the Same Unknown

Behind me is what I know. Ahead of me is what I trust.

1 – Between

Desire: the fuel of In Between.

How much two brothers can do with what they inherently possess.

The broad sheet billows and embraces wind.

When the tide goes high, of course, it goes similarly low.

A skipped stone leaves your hand a shallow arc, a rising line that perfectly describes the curvature of hope.

It is so much better to arrive -anywhere- in good company, that your destination hardly matters.

Will they cheer? Will they sigh?

How will you spend what remains?

Travel well, Minstrel the Cat.

Where I expected to ward off projections, there were clean reflections.

Here’s to the fruit of our labors.