He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes.
Splashed.
He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He says someone had thrown a night at him. It had made a hole on the right side of his forehead and gone right in. The night had dissolved in his blood.
He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. It seems dark to him. The shape of a pebble resembling the night that hit his forehead.
Earth is a night, he reiterates, life illumines us with the selfsame darkness that death buries us in.
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Comments: 5
I'm thinking of the transformations wrought by humanity's first look at photos of the earth from outer space. But here, the narrator is not separate from the earth.
Smile.
It's magnificent.
WHOOOOOOOM!