Looking at the starlit sky she thought, that is what becomes of people who die, she will one day become one of those. But with a knot in her stomach she realized, she is just an infinitely miniscule part of a planet revolving around a star much smaller than the ones she spots every night. And suddenly the ridiculousness of every thing around dawns upon her.
The inconspicuousness of her existence, the fragility of what we deem permanent and the stupidity of our delusional perspectives.
The inconspicuousness of her existence, the fragility of what we deem permanent and the stupidity of our delusional perspectives.
