The man found himself in line—when had he joined?
No end ahead, no end behind.
He didn’t know how long he’d been waiting.
There were hands. There were feet. The sky was blue. His neck ached.
Before him stood a mirror.
Ah… so this is me.
He quietly stepped out of the line and opened his mouth.
But no words came.
We know nothing.
But we feel everything.
We see nothing beyond our eyes.
But we see more than what is in front of us.
In the dark, all bodies are lights.