Day Three hundred and sixteen - Up north

I overlay all these stories, and the sea of words become a jumble of letters, a jungle of sentences, sentenced not to make sense, senseless and senselessly incensed. The words have no meaning, and they have all the meaning. It's an alchemy between all I wrote and all I didn't write, and it's this vast panorama of language which feeds the creation of this palimpsest. I pick and choose from as I march forward, adapting, creating, co-opting, and with extant pentimenti, I trace a vision from here to then, ever then, ever near, ever north. It's a line that will take me from now to then, from south to north, and with this line I'll mark the past as a symbol of forgiveness.

The memories, the love, the sorrow - these I carry as periapts that will always be etched deep in my soul. I shall call upon them when the crucibles become harder to bear, I will call upon them when the cold becomes colder than cold, I will remember, and I will not forget, and I will forge - both myself and ahead, ever ahead, ever onwards, ever north. I will remember, I promise. Know this, I will always know. Remember, just remember : I know. And because I remember, I will always have gratitude for what once was. I will be where I will be because of what once was. I will be because we were. And I will be... far from here. Far from the sun. Far from you. Far from all. I will be ever north.