So what happens when someone part-nomad and part-static in nature is forced into a situation where the only option for them to go on living is to obliterate either of the two parts? I can affirm it is not an easy task. Erasing a part of your being from memory, as if it never really existed, seldom is.
A little upset can go a long way
Star-lights and night skies
Begin sketching themselves
And fences are conjured up
Imprints can defy expiration
To remain or to dissolve;
The mind rambles for options
To undo the damage that an
Untouched fragrance leaves behind
For, a little upset can go a long way
*The word sillage has roots in the French language. It is the degree to which a perfume’s fragrance lingers in the air when worn.