And a strange feeling struck. He felt inconsequential, he felt puzzled, he was perplexed. He thought to himself: "That is north... That is where the border is, that is where other people are... People that I will never meet in my life. And we are here, jubilant and together. What are the odds? And there are no stars. Well, not all stars can shine and be seen from here. Perhaps he is right. I can't meet everyone, I've met those, and I meet a dozen more. Who knows what's next? Into the depths and abyss of the stars. Far into the dark sky is more dark sky. And there, I'll see new stars. I don't even know what I'm feeling... Oh and the pitch-dark countryside. Thousands of species, both massive and tiny, reside in the dark, just as if how thousands of billions of trillions of stars mind their own businesses - some of which even if I had the most advanced telescope can never witness. But humanity exists, and lights shine, and I'm here."
Eoulapa stepped towards the fence, and he knew his eyes were glinting in the specks of city lights in the distance. Again he thought: "What is the meaning of this... We are humans, we have our own lives, we do what we like to do, we work for our families... On a tiny dot amidst nothing but a void. Yet we persist. And yet I am staring into a murky canvas, complemented by flecks of yellow. I guess I never know."
Then everybody started singing. "Don't people know how to stop being happy? This isn't the end of the world... How melancholy you feel is the same as how happy you felt, when you rewind and realise that what's passed cannot return... But I guess that is the balance of life," he thought.
~Written 9/11/23 19:28 while barbequing.
