Clovers

Today I picked clovers at work. Caffeine withdrawal brings about anxiety and along with anxiety comes contemplation. I considered that each clover was no less significant or meaningful than myself, trying to reconcile their casual deaths. For death to be accepted, it is necessary to abandon the sense of self innate to our animal nature.

I scribbled in my notepad a few words to remind myself to write these thoughts down later, hoping that my boss would not catch me.

“We are clovers,

animal fear,

desire distinct from material consciousness screaming helplessly against inevitable calm,

afraid.”


Originally published at stryker.atavist.com.

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