So I was writing yesterday and distractions and now I’m writing now. Funny how that goes. Anyway.

There are so many places that are transitional or transitory in nature. Places you go to but only stop at. You pass through them, only resting momentarily. They can be anchors, of course, but the nature of a location is only temporary, even if it is permanent.

I think that makes sense. I’m not sure. Sounds a bit arrogant, but I hope I’m getting across what I want to get across.

But yeah; places are temporary in nature. They have a permanent location and we get familiar with them, but often it is that we just pass through. We see and we understand and we navigate, but we do not lay claim to places we visit, aside from the time we are there.

So many lives move through malls and service stations, and most other urbanised locations anyone would care to name, and some of them have common residents, but so many are just passing through, even if they stop. So many lives forming memories going nowhere, creating spaces within spaces, forming amorphous bodies continuously disconnected, yet linked through the trails of snapshots of history they leave behind.

Space can mean many things. It is often thought of as place, and I think in this instance that is what I am referring to. But it is so many other things, too. It is scene, it is memory. It is expressiveness and nothingness. It is a form of guide and direction, and I know I can say these things, but I cannot expand upon them. But space is, and so is location. So is location within location. And all those other things.