Sublime

There was violence in that room, with so many princes and heroes and kings competing for a single prize, but we knew how to ape civilization.

It seemed in those few moments as if time had been suspended, that the wave curling over us might never break. Pure delusion, of course. The future was hurtling towards us, Achilles’s life measured now in days not weeks.

My clumsy efforts to block its access to the plant either had not deterred it or had created an even more comforting sense of shelter.

Lately I have returned to my silent conversations with the moon. I go outside each night when everyone is sleeping, and I try to transmit the depth of my longing for my own self back again, for time not to work, but to simply exist; for the right to feel curiosity again, without the sense that it would only make everything harder.