Ariadne's Thread

where does this road lead? asks the taylor to the frog

i don't know, replies the frog, but it probably leads to somewhere i have been, a town that has forgotten my existence, a place in time without a name..like you my friend!

the taylor laughs, smiles, and begins to walk down the path, the one without direction, meaning, substance, nor definition, he turns, as he is leaving and waves goodbye to the frog

the path is hidden to most, like emotions on a face of a cynic, the path is only there for those whose curiosity is tempted by another, the path wanders, as if it's lost, as if it doesn't care, as if it knows a secret it's not telling, sshhsshh!! don't let anyone know you are here, whispers a tree to the taylor walking past, shshhh!! the taylor murmurs something under his breath, hiding it beneath his chin, his glorious chin filled with memories of another life, filled with hair grown for decades at a time, filled with ashes of the past, and foreshadows of the present, the taylor nods his head as he is passing the tree, but he doesn't say a word

the tree seems suspicious of this odd fellow, but he cannot move to stop him, rooted in the ground, bolted to the earth like rivets into steal, stuck under the molten dirt that gave him birth, that brought him into being, the earth that feeds the tree, nurtures the tree, caresses the tree, but hold him prisoner like a woman in marriage, the tree strugglers for a moment, like he has done in the past, to try to break free, but he knows it's futile, for he has never broken free before