My trip to Minkata was postponed as were my wanderings in general. I received an e-mail from home and had to return. It was joyous being amongst my family again but I felt somewhat distant, moreso than usual.
Every night without fail I would dream of darkness, not the dimness of an unlit room or a moonless night but the all consuming lack of anything amongst the stars in the fissure. At first it was just an aberant nightmare but the more often I had it the more familiar a feeling it became, not just from repeated visits in my dreams but from memory. I have become convinced that it is the same darkness we are pulled through when we link. For the most part we are unaware of it, so brief is our sojourn in the void, but I remember it vividly now.
Perhaps it is all the linking I have done over the last four years, counting it all those small half seconds of consuming darkness add up.
I’m returning to Relto tonight, my book is already looked out.
The only thing worse than being in the void is being away from it.