Miles of sand melt into a featureless horizon. Is each grain of sand different? A vital piece of an architectural puzzle?
I am in a rush to go nowhere in particular.
We are a tiny fragment of an incomprehensibly large universe and a gigantic sum of imperceptibly small atoms. Both the massive and the minuscule are empty. From one star to the next is the vacuum; from the ground state to the excited is the void.
Life is short on a cosmic timescale and long compared to the half-lives of super-heavy atoms.
In a lifetime, a few flickering memories pierce the plasma of monotony, until they too collapse as dying stars into oblivion.