It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
— Francis Bacon
This my metabolizing seems strange.
Ragged, more pronounced.
On this gravity source?
Texture basically normal, save for reflection.
I am startled – the female in the mirror!
Photons seem to scurry into the fabric.
My feelers aren’t very plot anymore.
So I don’t really struggle.
I really was only after researching the time stop,
at one point or another.
After me up?
Human League: Don’t you want me (1981)
Peter Bies © 2011