/ character segregation in a micro environment due to social and spatial flux
Knowing what was occupied in the presence before and leaving a shadow of being in territory. Everything will be but a heresay before, clinging on its hope to be once again relevant. Be it the future-that-may or the inevitable, strafing right out there unknowing, yet smaller. The use of fantasy as a means of escapism, interrupting the hurt within. Not a day will pass when this day would fall short. By all measures, not a day will pass when I discount this displacement as a precipitate of chance.