Like a moth to the flame, I too am unable to resist the urge to lose myself. Staring, contemplating the light of one thousand suns embedded into, yet subdued by, the surface of a nearby moon, I feel small. Each on it’s own path to extinction, indifferent to my own. Redirecting my thoughts, I feel immense as I now watch an undiscovered amoeba transmit the last of its signals into the world before fading to black.
Take a moment to watch time pass as William Mackrell’s 1000 Candles dance to our delight, competing for oxygen.
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