Life

The warehouse is empty and it’s time to close up shop. All credit has been revoked indefinitely. Burn your receipts. Burn your money. Burn your car, your home, put your life to the torch. Run, run as fast as you can - you can’t outrun the destruction of man. The night cometh and it hungers for more than you have to offer it. Light in the darkness is all fine and dandy but searchlights and flak batteries do not a happy pilot make.

And as the rivers run black the sun may still cast down its withering gaze on the tattered ruins of that which was once held dear. That dull golden glow in the corner of your eye is just casings on the pavement, right where you left them. Don’t be alarmed - it’s all in the script. Or the cards, at the very least. There are no awards for a good performance, just a grin of knives in a sharp suit and a firm handshake that will skin your soul. No questions asked.

In my mind the crows have been picking at rotting flesh for years now - shaking your head only startles them at first but they tend to settle down again. Grooming their feathers and warming their beaks in the refuse of war. They'll pick the bones dry in their good time and that will be that. Sounds like hell but tastes like Earth, I’m afraid. We all play with crows and butterflies. They crowd the meadow with equal beauty - don’t scorn the tails for the heads.

Watch in amazement as they zip to and fro. Beautiful futility of meaningless order. No results. So many are destined to dance, dance as dust dances in the wind. It’s the catchiest tune of all, and where have we seen that band before? Such zeal.

We should remain ever grateful that our upheavals are volcanic, not seismic. In their wake new things will put down roots in the fertile ash. Don’t steal the light - it will only burn you. Embrace it and it warms us all.

Life on Earth is incomprehensibly short and there’s no complaint box at the other side of the curtain. Leave your misgivings behind and walk tall through the fire. Will the stones of your kiln into place. Catch the hot wind. Let it burn. Hold the Sun in your hands. Feel it. Know it. It’s yours.