Samantha: In Real Life
There are so many things I’d like to share with you, so many things, all around us.
Amelia: Still Life
I’m standing in the middle of my garden,
small and special,
like an ancient idol, hidden for centuries
by the luxuriant vegetation
which grew
Amelia: Grace
I could have died a thousand ways
or not have lived at all. I could have sold my happiness for envy, rage, and gall. I could have drowned in grief and tears, and given up my soul. I could have followed on my fears
to falter, fail and fall.
Sophie: Your Guests from the Meta of Real
Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend?
Ethan: Life Itself
I sit inside my silence, not even awake, maybe, waiting patiently for the cocoon to open, not eager, not afraid. I wait.