People are so irrational: they demand that the immaterial, the mere figment,
leave traces of its existence in the material world. Breath of meteorite, a note, shoes, a toothbrush--they are taken as signs, proof.

The moment too has a texture that will fade with time. If only we could see it as clearly as these lesser proofs: after the moment fades, loss fills the vacuum to show us that what came before it was so vast that our two arms could not hold it.
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