he whom life can no longer surprise
You know the drill. Has life again destroyed life?
How does it feel?
They don't ask him. He has been very careful.
Many of them hardly even know he is here.
But he asks himself. Perhaps you ask him.
Perhaps he asks you.
How does it feel, to be the oldest remnant of all time?
They made him first, you know. And then they died, after millenia.
The earth, battered and worn, covered in clouds, can very plainly be discounted.
Whether it's about souls, collected or dispersed, whether it's about thoughts, distilled into being...
Alvis has always been. Alvis will always be.
It's not that he wants to die. It's that he's bemused by the fact that he can't, yet.