broken/whole

[[bodies|whole]] nested in [[bodies|broken]]

an ocean folds into itself until it is no more than a puddle in a salt desert reaching for burning skies [[and time rewinds|regret]]

a [[string]] unravels somewhere beyond wine-dark heliopause while you sip sweetened tea and sigh without a breath [[and the moment passes|regret]]

//According to the theory, the fundamental constituents of reality are strings of the Planck length that vibrate at resonant frequencies. Every string, in theory, has a unique resonance, or harmonic. Different harmonics determine different fundamental particles. The tension in a string is on the order of the Planck force. A primary purpose of strings is to store human-readable text, like words and sentences. Strings are used to communicate information from a computer program to the user of the program.//

the scents that remain: [[crude oil]]. [[filter coffee]]. [[oxidation]]. [[thistles (faintly)]].

at first there was life; then there was death; then there was dark; then there was unimaginable pressure; then there was time; then there was light; then there was the combustion engine; then there was joy; then there was death;

There is something calming about the slow drip of the coffee machine. The scent fills the room long before the coffee touches your lips. It stays with you, keeps you company. There is no such thing as a good or bad way of brewing coffee; this is the essential realization, that there is no good or bad way of doing anything. Just preferences. And as the smell of coffee fills the room, as the wind howls just outside these walls, as a thousand refugees trek across a blasted wasteland, as the sun inches above the horizon, everything, everywhere, collapses.

in soil soaked with pain the price of growth is sharpness; to reclaim the pain make it your armour and reach towards the sky where the last embers have burned out

my bones ache and I don't know how to communicate the pain. how do you explain that a body has just had enough, has just reached the limit of its resisting? how do you explain a building collapsing through the pavement through the memories of what it used to be, what you could have been, if only you were stainless. I die and am reborn as ruins, reshaped in the image of destruction I am crumbling and seeping into the earth, into time and time, again and again.