The man sat in his seat. As men who sit are wont to
do when they are not sitting on floors, walls, garbage, luggage or the toilet.
He pondered about life. Life pondered about him.
They were mutually unable to understand each other.
“What is the meaning of Life?” he pondered.
“What is the meaning of Victor?” pondered Life.
Neither was about to figure it out.
Death looked on and laughed.
The man stared into space.
Space stared back at him.
Both unseeing.
He did not see space. He saw the images in his mind
where space should have been.
Space did not see him. Space saw other matters of
great magnitude.
Time flitted by and stayed there simultaneously.
Time was an asshole.
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