The nights have merged into days. The morning alarm, the most despicable human invention, has finally been fed a bottle of sleeping pills and silenced.
The mornings are lazy. Isn’t that how it should be for the apex predator? No one wakes up and runs for food. Animals hurry at daybreak because they don’t want to be eaten.
Day and night are now words without value judgements. Why are you up at this hour? Why are you sleeping at this time? The questions have no relevance anymore. They should not too. Have we not upended all that is natural?
Time is like those milestones that I joyfully ignore while going on a long drive without a destination. Holding hand matters. The wind matters. The music matters. The milestone, who do they bother these days!
The deaths are not individual. It is communal. It is the death of everyone and everything else. I am swimming in a sea of me. The hands are mine. The water is me. The sky is me. The jellyfish biting into my flesh is me.
It’s a hum. There are no crescendoes in a hum. It’s there. It wraps us. The same notes, the same tune. Over and over. It’s not boring. It’s not soothing. It’s just loud enough to keep us from sleeping. Slipping. Dying.
