I’ll have been a target of the universe. A searing pinpoint of light under the vast lens of the all-seeing Eye.
I’ll have died many times, at hands that were mostly my own.
Once buried alive and shot into space.
Once like a pig drained of blood.
Once torn to smaller and smaller pieces by millions of tinier lives.
I’ll have become a multiple murderer, despite my innocence. My victims will grow easier to kill and harder to ignore.
But that’s all a month away.
How It Begins













