everything we’d ever done leaving each moment’s frame hanging in space. globe careening through universe, spinning and orbiting, while each frame hangs in perfect stillness as everything else about life and time and light speed by. billions and trillions of frames multiplied by billions and trillions of people filling up and pushing out and just, well, hanging there in perpetuity.
telling stories of lust, pain, birth, mourning, bewilderment, delight, atrocity, joy.
hanging there in perpetuity, observable
{if you know they are there}
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