So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

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Themes

  • Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave
  • Time — Reflections on the passage of time and how we spend it

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