edward darling
Jul 17, 2008
Edward Darling decided five years ago that he didn’t want to be anymore. Life was meaningless; God, a trick of the mind; and that soul he made such fuss about, nothing but empty space.
And if it was all just empty space, which he now knew it was, and squashed up organs, which any doctor would tell him was so, then that thing..that one single thing that separated him from everything else that wasn’t…him…wasn’t much of anything at all.
Edward Darling was a tree. He was a dog. He was an algae growing on the underside of a water tank. He was a dandelion.
He was all these things because they were just…things…that got on with living without worrying about life.
Edward Darling, was a frog.
