Diamonds and dust

The sum of us one day. The product of all our breaths wasted in the name of an end we never even saw. One step, two steps, a million pair of worn-out boots given away to roads we don’t even know the names of. Our lungs eroded away by the clouds of sand puffed out by each thud of our footsteps. All of it tied together with a ribbon of ephemeral moments in hindsight, and auctioned off to the tallest obelisks in our retrospective montage.

Our borrowed laughs of dust and our diamond-studded sighs. All being played out on the big screen as the best show the Director could bring to this forgotten landmark. Immaculate timing permeating everything from the pirouetting fairy dust to the desultory shrugs. The film-reel spinning it all out at breakneck speed.

Now we’ve seen it all. The best things ever.

And loved every second of it. Even the ones we’ve hated with a grinding conviction.

All so good, so nice, so beautiful. Because it’s gone and happened and passed.

All of it? Already?!!

All of it. Already.