Being and Nothingness
-There’s nothing there, he thinks, as he sits on the crumbling sand mound at the edge of the water’s reach. The fading reflections of twilight slowly removing the shape of the world, as the water persists in its process of erosion. He can sense his shape, even if he can barely make out his own outline. If he waves his arms at the sky, as if attempting to attract the attention of a star – perhaps salvation, then for a breath he can assert he still retains an outline. His arms tire quickly however, and the act of verifying his […]