The Infinite Starr

mortality

  • The Day That Stayed

    For everyone else, today is an average, ordinary day. The sun came up without ceremony. Coffee brewed in kitchens where nobody thought twice about pouring a second cup. People complained about traffic, answered emails, forgot passwords, made dinner plans, and hurried through a Wednesday they will probably never remember. Not here. The same day came…

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  • The People v. Death

    Death arrived eleven minutes late to his own trial. The courtroom had been full since dawn. Every pew behind the railing was occupied by someone carrying evidence. A widow held a wedding ring between her thumb and forefinger. A father had brought a baseball glove that had not been used in nine years. An old…

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  • The Weather Changed When You Left

    Tonight at 7:15 p.m. CST someone passed away. They left a single rainbow and sun showers over the Texas Sky.  Home. There was no thunder. No violent sky splitting itself open in grief. Just rain falling through sunlight, as if the heavens had forgotten they were supposed to choose between mourning and celebration. And then…

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  • As you wish..

    Perhaps the cruelest thing God ever did was remember everything. Imagine eternity with no locked doors. No unanswered questions. No accidents. No wrong turns. No lovers who leave before morning. No death waiting somewhere beyond the candlelight. No possibility that the thing standing in the shadows might actually hurt you. You know everything. You are…

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  • Almost

    You wake up one morning to let what will happen happen. I suppose you already know that. You always seemed to know things before I did. There is no fighting this morning. No words exchanged with the universe. No desperate attempt to force an answer out of something that has never explained itself particularly well.…

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  • Why?

    If time were currency you would spend less on the bullshit. You would. You would stop handing entire afternoons to people you don’t even like. You would quit spending Tuesday arguing with strangers who will be forgotten by Thursday. You wouldn’t donate perfectly good years to jobs that make you miserable, relationships that already died,…

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  • Borrowed Things

    Maybe it is just boredom that has brought me here, tired of human suffering. Not because suffering is unusual. Because it repeats itself with remarkable dedication. I sat watching people today and couldn’t decide what they were actually chasing. A better job. A bigger house. Someone else’s attention. An argument they intended to win before…

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