The Black Hole
When I show someone the black hole it is difficult for me not to push that person into it. I’m not sure what that means but it frightens me. Sometimes when I go to the black hole by myself, I’m afraid I might jump into it despite my own resistance. I’m afraid of myself. It’s as if I’ve been given someone else’s heart and someone else has mine, as i f our hearts had been switched while we slept. One day, when all the continents have been buried in ocean, we’ll slowly float past each other in our little boats, hearing our own hearts in each other’s chests, and watch each other like stars we don’t know are dead.
—Zachary Schomburg —found in Scary, No Scary (2009)