Me, I always understood, at least theoretically, that I would die; seeing all of time and space play out in an instant—well, all things have to die, even the universe. I’m resigned to it.
I stepped outside. It was a pleasant enough afternoon, the sun still shining brightly in its fall. It was cool, but not breezy. There was no one near.
I am a paradox, a mystery even to myself; I long for company, but I’m always trying to escape it. Being alone in a public place, in a quiet hour, touches my soul in a strange way.
Tale Told 