will this moment exist tomorrow? in the land of a new sun, and new threats? will it exist five years from now, a stinking abyss of the unknown? because we all fall, darling, it’s just a matter of time before we do, too. and a second cannot be recorded in a history book so some young girl with shaky, reverent hands can find it, hundreds of decades from now. or so some ancient person with greyed hair and greyed memories can see it, immortalized in time. we all fall, darling. it’s just a matter of time.













