It's a dead place. It's a hollow space.

    I've no reason. I'm struggling not to be chosen.

    I don't have expectations. I don't know about imaginations.

    Have you ever heard the voice that comes from heaven?

    A clock that's still tic-tacing but substantially frozen...

 

    --Dedicated to my puppy Pruto who passed away when he was about 2 months old.

       Love him forever.