Two days ago I was celebrating the birth of the world as Bogie’s lighter sparked into flame. Turns out that what I had decided was not a reflection…was a reflection. There was no flame. No worlds were birthed. Our celebrations were arbitrary.
Two days ago I was celebrating the birth of the world as Bogie’s lighter sparked into flame. Turns out that what I had decided was not a reflection…was a reflection. There was no flame. No worlds were birthed. Our celebrations were arbitrary.