It's like, there's this path, you know, twirling and snaking away into the hills. They're green, those hills, and there's little people with pointy hats going about purposefully. And it's like, what the fuck am I doing here, you know, until it starts to go dark, the earth shaking and everything. And then it all cracks open, and then the dark shadow with glowing red eyes comes out and burns everything.
And it still doesn't make sense for me to be there, because really, you know, I'm at the office, and I should be working. The world cools down, I shake my head, slowly, so slowly that as I type those words I have hardly began the movement. But it happens, it cannot be stopped, immeasurable. Because, in that moment, existence freezes, experiences pause, everyone waiting for the next breath, the next beat, not knowing why it isn't there nor where it will come from.
The missing beat is endless, full of tears, and as we contemplate it, like a slow motion video on an endless loop, we finally realize that in our haste we forgot. We forgot to take the time to cry.