I’ve been thinking. About the way the moon hangs in the sky like a dissolute woman. Lost. Changing. And how the sun, unbidden, comes high and fierce and bold. How the world turns. Without concern for the scurrying on its surface. And I wonder. How come we have no answers yet? How come our endless questions just peck at the surface of it all? How can our brief moments mean so little in the darkness?
Picture from here