PICTURESQUE POETICS

Would you like to learn something about hope? It is finite.

 

In the course of your life you will run out of steps, out of breath, out of blinks, out of bites, out of irritations and out of time.

 

In the course of your afterlife, hope does not change as your capacity for suffering shall. It's much as it was in life. On it goes until it has run its course. Once gone, it never comes back.

 

 

Now, could you at last trouble yourself to learn something about choice?