19 Sep 2016

Birthdays have an intrinsic buoyancy, Marcus, elevating us through the sheer vanity of having a whole day centred around our existence.

Birth deserves reminders and celebration, it is, after all, a game of chance. Death on the other hand, is a certainty…

And yet every birthday only takes us closer to the inevitable.

It is nature’s way, that randomness gravitates towards a single truth.

Then that actualisation will always come too late.

The joy is in knowing that you are constantly moving towards it. Happy birthday.

a single feather
falling out of the sky
an epilogue without a story

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