While directionlessness is part of the terrain, the axis-East-suggests some sense of pull or magnetic return, a place we circle around, land, if only for a time before leaving, only to make our way back, again and again. Many of the poems question how do we find footing after spiraling? How do we stay still in a spinning world? Or spin in a still one? How does memory or mourning help us orient?
The journey is not following a traditional path but assembling a map from fragments, from poetic gestures that occasionally contradict, then align.