"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
In the dream the landscape has shrunk, and small humans are running along the shore… But is it a dream?
Or am I seeing the world, after life has changed, that is, after I have left?
And are those small creatures how we appear to anyone else, on the other side?
Unless we too have died.
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This is quite thought-provoking, a unique take on the prompt.
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Now there’s a thought.
I enjoyed your take on the prompt.
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