1 June 2012
Stars are the seed, the sustenance. But in one swift act of cold irony they can take it all away. The spirals which encompass all other cycles of life.
Ubiquitously stories are cast into oblivion. Scared of the annihilation tell their story in a panicky flash to all who will listen. Nothing left but meaningless matter. Left to find its own story.
Stars And Oblivion • Opuss № I