We Are Even Now in Another Bit of Molten Wax

It is impossible not to feel a little sad looking at that bit of wax, that bit of the past. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. Realy, it can be overwhelming, this splattered inert wax, recording every turn not taken. What's the point? You ask, why bother? You say, oh, cecil you cry. Oh, cease. But then you remember, i remember that we are even now in another bit of molten wax. Night, veil. Good night.