Superposition
You… Is that you? Inside of me? I can feel you passing from one world to the next, the way the sun passes between the days, with shadows fleeing from the brilliance. I go about my day. You go about yours. We are entangled without intersection. What do you call this superposition? I looked but you were gone. I saw moonlight beaming on a field of curled grass and a wooden hatch- another one of […]