Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters
I know it’s not what he meant, but I stumbled onto this one this afternoon going through some pictures for a friend and immediately thought of that line. Why do we do what we do? Is it fame, glory, Instagram followers? Sometimes I’m not sure, I just know I do it and this happens, and somehow it all makes enough sense.