Standard living on standard time leads to a standard death.
Not even any daylight hours saved™.
You’ve jumped dimensions straight into a cemetery: your own.
As twilight falls, your view from below isn’t so bad — or so you tell yourself — though you wonder what might have motivated you, all those years ago, to attend more bonfires or ballroom dances . . .
Eric Pan writes
. Evergreen music-imagination adventures — plus scenes from life as a touring/recording artist — flown to your postbox pronto 🌮