Field Mice and Shooting Stars

The Universe is a funny place. Sometimes it can be straight forward while other times it can be hard to read. What does The Universe want from us? Is our existence enough, or do we need to take an active role in figuring it all out? In the end, none of it matters, nothing is real and it’s taking us over with every waking moment. It wants nothing more than to close our eyes, it want’s us to give up.

It wants us to forget...

There’s no time left to dream...