So few of us left, the ones who leave a litter of thoughts in our wake—across gazes and glances, perhaps a rare scrawling of a punchy one-liner.

Something like “Fear is dissatisfying.”

Why didn’t you just go after what you really wanted?

Or “Everything will always change.”

Why do you keep holding onto what no longer exists?

People will believe what they set out to believe, mishandling the truth of what is real to escape from what never was or can never be again.

For the few, there is no solace in this knowledge. Only more questions leading to more questions. More thoughts against the grain.