That’s us: we exist, then we fold, then we fade into a shadow barely aware of its own shape.

If it sounds tragic — it is.

If it sounds funny — that’s also true.

People have this strange ability to laugh even when reality is burning in front of them — sometimes that’s the only armour we’ve got.             

“So what did you see in your sign?”        

“I saw the path.”
“And I… I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.”

— Pulp Fiction