Skip to content

Wasteland

You face it, and it faces you:

That vast white unending void stretches out ever on in front you, and with no end in sight.

It’s a barren land with nothing living thriving or even growing on it.

Sometimes you sit at the edge of the white beach, sometimes you walk along the long unending shoreline, but do you turn left or right? – Always left: follow your heart, but again: where are you going, what else will you see, yet more of the same of that vast white unending nothing.

Your progress is blocked, you cannot go anywhere: can’t do anything else about it but wait by the shoreline – wait for the tide to go out, wait for the tide to come in: or even, .. retreat, and then retrace your footsteps that led you this desolate state.

The Author prognosticates ..

And I ain’t sure of this new WordPress Gutenberg editor, ..

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

Spread the love, and the message.
Published in2018prognosticatesre-edit

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.