We Spread

by Iain Reid

Marrow that has turned to fat.

Infinity is stagnant.

The tragedy of life isn’t that the end comes. That’s the gift. Without an end, there’s nothing. There’s no meaning.

A moment is an eternity. A moment should mean something. It should be everything.”

What I’ve done is enough. It’s beautiful only because there’s an end.

We each have our own memories and experiences, even if they’ve been lost and forgotten.

I feel myself rise off the ground, fall through the air. I’m hurtling at great speed, or maybe, for a moment, I’m floating.