The Line of Unease Where Indecision Brews

May it never arrive or do so at once

Photo by Polina Kovaleva

The bottle is about to be empty, with its contents rapidly dropping every day. Lowering notch by notch, and so light right now, it could quickly disappear and turn into dust.

Maybe I should start making markings on the side with a ruler and a sharpie. Wouldn’t it be nice if I was handy enough to transfer it…