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often i imagine myself drifting dead through space. we are always able to tell our boundaries. able to see the horizon, able to ascertain direction. often i dream that i'm somehow preserved, frozen in my suit - my glacial eyes unable to comprehend the boundless nothing that stretches out in every angle around me for millions of years, in space where time is distance. that nothing which exists only because we perceive it as blackness littered with stars - otherwise it is untamed - a ceaseless vacuum of light and vibration and absence all at once.
what would my body float past? gas giants, white hot stars - moons of ice and strands of shattered debris chipped off from distant planets.
maybe my lifeless eyes would witness the answer. that purpose to all that is beyond us, why it exists without origin. without explanation.
soundless and effortless. i guess that's how i imagine the peace of death. that final release. my carcass motionless in space, like a derelict ship that drifts over the edges of the map. the human ambition of processing everything around us finally taken from me as i become part of the mass grave that is the universe, a swirling mount of birth and decay.
what would my body float past? gas giants, white hot stars - moons of ice and strands of shattered debris chipped off from distant planets.
maybe my lifeless eyes would witness the answer. that purpose to all that is beyond us, why it exists without origin. without explanation.
soundless and effortless. i guess that's how i imagine the peace of death. that final release. my carcass motionless in space, like a derelict ship that drifts over the edges of the map. the human ambition of processing everything around us finally taken from me as i become part of the mass grave that is the universe, a swirling mount of birth and decay.