A macro photograph of a caterpillar with a mottled tan body and two glossy black head capsules, crawling across coarse teal woven fabric. Small white text reads "don't mind me, passing through."

passing through

“have you heard about it?” they asked.

“it’s the future!” they proclaimed.

“you’ll have more time!” they promised.

“you’ll have lunch before dinner!” they professed.

i might have misheard the last one.

the reality is, one should have a decent breakfast. now if they could promise a breakfast buffet every day, well, then they’ll have my ear.

but for now, whatever bro, i have a meal with my name on it and it’s far away from here.