The piece kept showing up. Uninvited. Not unwanted, just uninvited.
The stark neon. The relentless flashing on and off. Red: You breathe, you live. Blue: You breathe, you die. Red: You want, you die. Blue: You want, you live.
So much death, so much life. Too much to absorb. Real and yet artificial. Red: You create, you live. Blue: You create, you die.
An isolated individual gazes at the neon from an exclusive, elitist hotel in Japan.
Two friends cry, side by side.
It’s all too much this unbearable lightness of being; This good news; this plurality and ambiguity; this calling to go where angels fear to tread…Only book titles can save me now.
