Heavy Space

There is a weary place where everyone goes, but no one knows its name. There is a place called “Heavy Space.” (Now you know.)

The human-life-thing is a matter of the future being fed by the mortal matter of “competing common interests.”

“Hey, there’s still a lot to be done over here.”

“I know, that’s why I moved to ‘over there.’”

Everyone’s familiar with the theatrical device of a “play within a play,” well, this kinda stuff is like the world’s only play OUTSIDE a play.  (Sure, go on, think about it.)

There is of course, sickness that makes you ill, but there is a lesser known illness that makes you well.

J.