there's so much unfrequented space to place our thoughts. from the undersides of chairs to the creches between the bristles of a tooth brush, there is much not explored or visited in our heads.
most of these sorties of imagery ain't worth the virtuality we'd designate, being mundane or too ordinary in and of themselves, but if we anthropomorphize far enough, they could be considered simultaneously alien and soothing... to live in a matchbox, or a hole in some cheese. to invite your first and giddy first-date to join you on the back of a jetty-stalking seagull. and if all goes afoul, there's always the chance he gets eaten (or you, if you can't get the taste of the off-colour jibe about his mother's dental hygiene practices out of your own mouth...)
and what happens in real-time, when distance cracks your from a loved one's presence? it could be either unnerving or reifying, or turgid with reflective marveling. what happens to you, when you are there and they are elsewhere? where do you send yourself? into the throes of neurosis or overanalysis? take your worldview to the fridge to conquer some dairy products? do you bring your fist down upon what earlier you cherished?
i wonder because i wander. and i've vowed to practice my wonder awander...
(ps. for statistical purposes only: per volume, this was the least time-consuming post EVER written by me. i typically deliberate over comments on others' blogs longer than it took me for this. therefore i conclude that it must suck)