hooks left in my pockets, sand all over the carpet and in the bed, an anchovy that has been in my bucket for a week and stinks the house up, cleaning fish on the kitchen counter and getting blood and guts all over the place, piling all the food on top of each other in the fridge...
Imagine ancient civilizations, existing in a time long past, gazing upon the fading light of the universe’s creation. They ruled over a young cosmos, where life had only just begun to sprout on a handful of planets. Their existence must have been a solitude beyond our comprehension, like ...