The sun lies dormant on the precipice of the world, hanging either by a thread or by a moment—whichever is thinner. My eyes are unbroken upon it, and despite all conventional wisdom, I can’t look away. I am drawn to it.

Near me, a flower wilts unceremoniously. No amount of sunlight will save it; perhaps a single drop of water could provide enough sustenance to prolong its life even for a moment, but that’s of no concern to me anymore.…