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