I dream of a dark night

That must be why the big things pass
And the little things remain
Like the smell of wattle by Lichtenberg
Riding in, in the rain

—Rudyard Kipling

I dream of a dark night. Dark water surrounds in every direction and I can feel the impenetrable vastness beneath me. Treading to stay afloat, after diving below to catch a break from the even colder air. Beneath me, likely a super-highway for the largest living creatures on Earth. At my side, a new friend, we are on a mission because everything must have a purpose.

And a supermarket: I stare through the matte-black conveyor belt and look up to see a friend with her baby doddling in her arms.

Last phase, I feel
Woken by grief for all
That’s moving