Man And The Dog

A man walks.A dog follows.What binds them is not named.What separates them is not spoken.They move across open land—dry, quiet, without witness.There is no map. No instruction. No promise of arrival.The dog watches.The man continues.This is not a story of companionship.It is a study of distance, of presence without explanation,and of what remains when language falls away.Meaning does not arrive.It thins.What endures is not resolved.It is carried.