If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
If you take my stuff apart, you'll find my choruses of repetitions are picked up almost verbatim from Kurt Vonnegut, and my distanced fracture quality is all from Amy Hempel, who's probably my favourite writer.
The lucky ones are just born dead.
Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.
There is nothing special in the world. nothing magic. just physics.
Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.