Status Updates From A General Theory of Oblivion

“I feel sorry for the stars Which have shined for so long, So long, so long … I feel sorry for the stars. Is there not a weariness Felt by things, By all things, Such as we feel in our limbs? A weariness of existing, Of being, Just of being, Whether sad or happy … Is there not, finally, For all things that are, Not just death But some other finality? Or a higher purpose, Some kind of pardon?”

“Any one of us, over the course of our lives, can know many different existences. Or occasionally, desistances. Not many, however, are given the opportunity to wear a different skin.”

"A man with a good story is practically a king."

Poetry. A thousand times sweeter than I had expected.

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