“I know!” you said, and the sparks in your eyes were so bright worried they would blind me. Looking in them was like staring into the sun. It felt dangerous. It felt like everything I was taught not...
I sit with my back to the window. I don’t know when I started doing that. Maybe something about staring into the vast abyss of space was becoming depressing. I don’t know. I think…I think I’m just...
You are Death.
You remember when the sun sparked into existence. You remember the first lifeforms of the universe, and you remember its last. You remember the span of time and the span of space...
