I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge and mourn the passing of Maya Angelou before I get to the post proper.
I should never have opened the door, asked the question. It is not there are some things better left unknown. It is that the knowing comes with a cost, and there are some costs that are too great for a man to pay.
I am not a great man. I am not a great woman. I am no great matter. I am an insect encased in a shell of meat, a cog discarded from a machine that doesn’t notice its absence.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
I should have been a peach tattooed on soft, fair skin. I should have been a scar earned through suffering and determination.
I should have been a square, a pixel, a polygon. The smallest indivisible unit of a larger whole, quiet and motionless and secure in my purpose.
I should have been.
And that’s “Simulations on a Theme!” Thank you for reading, and be here for something new tomorrow!