the smuggler’s bible

Story six hundred

So what did it all mean? There’s so much already and the work continues to expand. You have pressed yourself tightly against the wall, desperate for synthesis among your competing desires. You must become flat, offer a gift of your volume. And yet—and yet—you must take that final expanding lungful before you are submerged.

Make it last. When you resurface, it may not be beneath skies so blue.

But there’s a current, isn’t there? Swift and strong. Something you started. It must have been you, there isn’t anybody else. And so, in the end, you’ll wash yourself away.