im foraging for light in the moon’s reflection in the airplane wing outside the window. I watch my words appear on the screen in reverse in the reflection of othe keys flashing like shooting stars. The film that starts in the mirrorless reflection. What is life for but a neverending search for purpose, for something that ties you down to the this world, that gives you a reason to believe that you should keep going. Every time I look at the world, I do so as if it’s the most important responsibility I have because it is and I have. The world does not exist for us but we exist to watch the world. there is no us without the reflection. when you see clouds, do you also see your past dreams renact their dances in the sky? when we fell from heaven, did you forget how it almost felt like flying?