Then nothing. Then I flushed it down the hole.
Friday, June 28, 2019
I crushed a bug today, automatically, heedlessly, in a folded square of toilet paper. I felt that tiny crack of exoskeleton collapsing, that little pop. And within it, who knows? Something soft, intangible even. Where all life exists. Where all life ceases to exist.
Then nothing. Then I flushed it down the hole.
Then nothing. Then I flushed it down the hole.
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