There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-One – Pathways

There are cars moving on myriad motorways across Europe as I write;
I can see them as if from a plane.
I imagine the motion, for those within, feels grounded – fast – direct –
But to me, they are languidly writing their collective signatures on the night in red and white.
Where are they going,
All of them,
On these imaginary roads, in these invented vehicles that I know exist somewhere?
I went to the park today, and I walked in the sun
Through wet grass and paths with mud and stone and fallen leaves.
I signed the way with my footprints;
All mine in the declining light.
And I came across this door in the wall which I had never seen;
And I saw that it was open;
And I wanted to pass through it;
And I did.
And as I look back,
I find that I don’t recall the steps,
Though I see that they were there.
And as I look back,
I note the leaves and wonder if there is ever a path which is truly clear,
And I know in the asking that of myself
That there is not.
Be it debris or moving matter –
The living or the dead –
Passing cars at night
In the arteries of the world –
There are things which must be gone through
And shared
For however long
It all goes on.

By Emma Hynes

This image and story are part of a project I have devised called There Are No Fixed Starsmy creative response to living with COVID-19 restrictions. On 22 October 2020, Ireland’s highest level of protective measures was invoked nationwide for a period of six weeks. Starting on that date, and continuing for the duration, I plan to capture a new image each day, and write a piece inspired by it. The only restrictions are that I take the photograph and write the text within this timeframe. To receive these daily posts to your inbox, you can subscribe by hitting the follow button to the right, and entering your email address. They will also be posted to my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook profiles; I may even read a selection on my YouTube channel. You can follow or subscribe to any of those at the links below. In a time when variety, freedom, stimulation and spontaneity are necessarily inhibited, my hope is to experience these each day through the creation of something new, and that the resulting pieces might do the same for anyone who chooses to view or read them.

Emma Hynes
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There Are No Fixed Stars
Day One – A Creative Response to Now
Day Two – Suspension
Day Three – From the Perspective of the Dahlia
Day Four – The Writer at Dawn
Day Five – Beneath the Viaduct
Day Six – Nature’s Book
Day Seven – The Lighthouse
Day Eight – Formations
Day Nine – Rebirth
Day Ten – Light Source
Day Eleven –Takeaway
Day Twelve – Vigilance
Day Thirteen – Defiance
Day Fourteen – Exposure
Day Fifteen – Platform
Day Sixteen – Momentum
Day Seventeen – The Point of Shelter
Day Eighteen – The Honest Writer
Day Nineteen – Moored
Day Twenty – Selfhood
Day Twenty-One – Assurance
Day Twenty-Two – Skylines
Day Twenty-Three – All That Is Lost
Day Twenty-Four – The Oblivious Bird
Day Twenty-Five – Horizon
Day Twenty-Six – Intertidal
Day Twenty-Seven – Lifelines
Day Twenty-Eight – Threshold
Day Twenty-Nine – Perception
Day Thirty – Presence

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