wound down to to a final breath. a final conscious breath. the day has come to this. night. and i lie alone and count backwards from infinity. the way my son taught me. the way his son will teach him. freedom from isolation is irrelevant and impossible. we are alone and we is i. given the choices which are none, i am the fairest one in the mirror’s eye. my own. blown into and out of my center. i am breath. we are lungs. and we all get blown eventually. enjoy it or not. but expect it to come. even if you don’t.