There is a world; one different from our own that quite literally does not cease to exist.

To watch the sun slowly disappear, just to come up again.

Regardless of the pain and sorrow that exist miles away from it. Indifferent to it. Indifferent to them.

Looking at the black canvas that was painted with thoughtful carelessness, tonight I realise that it doesn’t matter.

That none of this actually “matters” and that inexplicably mattered the most to me.

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