October 2011
2 posts
I am a spider, perched on a sink. I have never loved nor ever will. I survive. I’m being swept down into a black hole.
I am a spider, dying, circling, twisting, contorting but I do not emotionalize nor ever will. I’m sinking deeper and deeper. My fate approaches. I do not care. I have no concept of “caring”. I have instinct. I survive.
I am a spider, circling the edge of a black...
A Point
At the center of the room was a point. There was nothing particularly special about this point. Technically, it didn’t exist; it was solely a one-dimensional concept of space. But for the sake of this story, let’s give this point a chance at life.
The point was lonely. Around it, an infinitely large number of other points existed. So it was not “alone”, but still lonely. The point was lonely...