I don’t need another chore added to my day- even if that additional chore has horses so realistically rendered that their “bits” shrink in cold weather.
Perhaps it’s a richter scale- a collection of vibrations, heat, and motion. Perhaps it’s about impact. Maybe it’s about the ripples and aftershocks that your life causes and has caused, and maybe it’s about how those ripples leave the ecosystem when you have no more tectonic shifts left to cause after your last shuddering breath.
Wherein my narrator holds himself, religion and the impermanence of things accountable.
Wherein I share thoughts on impermanence and time.