Nor Are We Forgiven

INTRODUCTION This life is not a life. This life may have never been a life. Like all other lives, this one was brought into the world just like all other births: time contracted, splintered, then fell free. It spins on, squeezing moments into the next before reaching the precipice of death the meaning of existence divided in two. It starts like this: Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to piece bits and pieces together because at first our hands can only grasp onto nothing. Compressed is the t...