It’s all a bit too much today

To much death this year

too little care.

‘we are born dying’ bravado in the face of loss

Dolphins only need to work twenty percent of the time

The Rapa Nui carved nearly nine hundred colossal statues to justify feeding everyone

Winter comes & goes

but we are stuck

in our time

to watch it move

The illusion of permanence in the face of infinity

Flickering frames in the dark

our brains see as motion

Every frame a story

Every life a stack of frames

Postcards unsent

Songs on repeat till the battery runs

out

Nothing is static, not even the dead

Quarks, electrons, atoms, molecules, animals, atmosphere, tectonic plates, planets, stars, black holes, galaxies, the visable universe all are in constant motion
stillness is an illusion of perspective
a memory frame, artificial to the nature of being
time to move again