You have beautiful dreams for the human kind, and yet, I dream of death. I think of the ends, I think of the spares, the forgotten and the broken. the universe belongs inside the minds and outside it. You have reached but a very small dot of what is to explore.
I see the far edge.
What will happen when you are done explaining everything? Will you go on for more? Or will you come to the realization that exploration is not passion, but the endless and mindless river that has its ups and downs towards a timeless nothingness?
The voids are no more in spaces which you leave unattended, but in memories you keep, unforgotten. The moments, to which you hold so tightly, succumb with the power you have to preserve it. With all the time in the world, you switch off to a far off space where no one recognizes you as the human that once was. All the dead you remember, all the super humans that remain in the periphery of the world you wish to be in, are nothing but strands of unlucky clovers and we, the ants that climb on top of them and make food for the winter.
The world keeps us distracted, away from the face of its own,
The old wiped out by the new, and the new, wiped out by the new.
-Anushruti Adhikari (अनुश्रुति अधिकारी)
I see the far edge.
What will happen when you are done explaining everything? Will you go on for more? Or will you come to the realization that exploration is not passion, but the endless and mindless river that has its ups and downs towards a timeless nothingness?
The voids are no more in spaces which you leave unattended, but in memories you keep, unforgotten. The moments, to which you hold so tightly, succumb with the power you have to preserve it. With all the time in the world, you switch off to a far off space where no one recognizes you as the human that once was. All the dead you remember, all the super humans that remain in the periphery of the world you wish to be in, are nothing but strands of unlucky clovers and we, the ants that climb on top of them and make food for the winter.
The world keeps us distracted, away from the face of its own,
The old wiped out by the new, and the new, wiped out by the new.
-Anushruti Adhikari (अनुश्रुति अधिकारी)
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