An attempt to make sense of things in a random universe, one Friday at a time.

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Leaving my footsteps for you to find and follow, my love.

07 May 2008

The fictions we tell ourselves

It is done. I am free, eleven years too late. But I feel nothing, nothing at all. I know that my story will not end there. There is enough of God and space to write a million epics of hurt and bestiality, just as there is enough of time to redeem oneself and forget. Yet some things will stay on. Like the air. Like God. Like hunger.