baby Sun

honestly, it's tiring to spend so much time thinking about existence.  i need to retire.

hooper girl

i imagined the moment of my death, when the Creator would hold me down, and roll out on a stream the span of my life.  "Well, what do you think," He'd ask, His long arm sweeping the length of my colorful scroll, "of these images you wrote?  You made it all up, you know, the good parts, and the worst."  I folded my clothes in silence and walked back home thinking of just how much my life would change, after that night.