96: Universal and Particular

Here is a leaf, a sign of the world outside this cave. Here is a beam of light, dusted by the stuff that clings to us. It’s cold, damp, dim. Slip on a rock— “Shit. That hurts.” The air is so thick with home and pain that we hardly notice it. Here is a message written on the wall. “Wait. Nothing here but words!”

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