From Brussels to Antwerp

Wednesday, late evening. The Ring of Brussels. Somewhere in between. I can feel the emptiness here. The blankness between two dots. We need this empty space. So that we can find the space to fill. The one that is used. Like the small dots that will be surrounded by white, but if you look a little less closer, you will see the picture coming out of all the dots and the blankness won't be there for you to see. But it's there. And we know it. Try to forget it. But we need it. There can be no meaning without the acknowledgement that there is so much meaningless matter. We can only be because we are aware that we weren't there. Won't be there. One day. We can lose our senses trying to make sense of it all. I could do that. Not now. Not knowing what I don't know. Today I just lean back as the guy next to is driving the car from one dot to the other. I'm sitting back and enjoy the space in between...
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