Carvaka

Like the unceremonious discharge of the clouds, we fall, staring down at the inevitable end that faces us. From the furtiveness of future to the fragility of friendships, the reigns of our lives are held together by the witchery of randomness. Yet, the only comfort, the only escape from this grim entanglement, is to listen to the orchestra of chance that brings matter and light to a momentary union; a union that gifts us this fall into the void.


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