Status Updates From The Plotinus

After a spoonful of that honey, wax falling apart between my teeth, I wept, awakened from the dry well in which I had been living to be deposited in a sunlit valley….When I caught my breath I said: You have provided the last pleasure I will ever know, for by the time the Sun breathes into my air vent, I will have turned to stone. Deep into the well of my ear, the Vector muttered: Inevitably.