Memento Mori - Fiction


 

The only truth we have is the one we give ourselves. It’s never pretty and when we do discover it, we sometimes wish we hadn’t.

A long time ago, we were a species filled with ideas, imagination, and a desire to see more. Are we like that now, I wonder. Does the thrill of seeing the world in all its distasteful beauty still exist?

Where are the philosophers, the creators, the thinkers? Are they still around, or have they given into the huddled masses? What do they even look like these days?

A single book, bound with silk, pours forth the answers we weren’t expecting. It tells us - don’t give up. Open your eyes. Feel the world breathing. And remember that one day, you will die.


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