Light
No resistance. Just being. Just speeding through space, hurtling through nothing that could slow it down.
Oh, what joy!
Faster than anything, faster than anyone, faster-!
Faster?
No, no faster. Can't go faster. Am light. Am speed. But why?
Why light? Not light. Not really.
But – no resistance. Why not fly?!
Because not light.
Not light.
Slow down.
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.
.
Slower.
.
.
.
Not light. Not anymore.