For a variety of Reasons the eye is attracted to views/images, some are pleasing others distracting and so forth. The Vista lets the eye travel to the horizon, to the world’s end. Do a 180 and there is the end of the view.
Parallax is the divergence that never ends and it is the same no matter the distance. Lines the appear to converge, remain the same distance apart. To what end does the eye travel?
Floating cotton puffs dapple the sky, poles mark lines, cars pass by, wind riffles grasses, a brief moment paused.
From here to there an eternity, flowing together, to never join up. A separation merging not that gives the illusion of converging.
The weekend is rolling along, it touches not the last, it goes on to the next. Adjoining but with no attachment. To the next it marches, pauses not to attach.
May your days have journeys of no end that reach to the next and continue in a path of desires.