Wafting can cause nausea. You wake up, or rather you stop trying to sleep. All you want to do is vomit, but you have to make it all look so easy. Good morning, feather.
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Do you ever worry that, or wonder how, something that you make that can matter so much to you, can fail to matter to anyone else? And does that even matter?
If a lion charges the line between two zebras, she catches grass and air. Yet with so many black and white lines all moving against each other, she has to define outlines and keep them crisp in her mind. When it isn’t zebras, things get even more complicated, don’t they?
What can last forever, waiting: geometry, the edge of the universe, making shapes out of shapes. Wave forms written over eternity. What do you think of the idea that some of the objects you see in the night sky ceased to exist long ago? Their light is still streaming out like a ghost.
There is something appealing about fighting to the death. It may be desperate and hopeless, but at least it is defiant, a surge before the very end.