Infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering WW
Sam Gillies - 2018

In the end though, it was the blue light that got him which, all things considered, wasn’t the worst way to go. A figure on the screen entered to applause. ‘Apologies, I am here now’ they remarked, to raucous laughter located somewhere in the ether. He saw the light extend its reach and though it appeared to be emanating from the television, he knew its origin was more organic than that, bled into the walls of his home and coursing through the fabric of the carpet, and that seeking to trace its source to a particular point was an exercise in futility. While he had not thought that it would happen today, he knew that the light was always waiting.