Recently I have noticed I really like the word CORRIDOR. I like saying it. The more I say it the more I like it.
Corridor, Corridor, Corridor.
It is starting to sound like car door. Corridor evokes mystery in me. As if traveling through or by corridor has the ability to create a deep experience, a deeper one than traveling through hall, a hall. A hall sounds like work or requires a certain dress code. It has sides that wall. A hall connects two or more rooms through straight movement.
A hall has point a and point b or c or d. I do not lose or discover any long songs in a hall.
A corridor echos.
If I travel by corridor it could take days, months, years to ever arrive beneath a door.
I can meet an unnamed you in a corridor,
and we can eat something blue, answer questions with ribbons as tongues,
from heart to mind and back through again.
Corridor or Hall? Something to ponder