by Charlotte Amelia Poe Yehor Litsov A thousand little entropies leading to the big and final entropy, and each time we are growing further and further away from something we once had and will never have again, our bodies becoming more and more like ghosts that ache and bleed and will inevitably fail us when the time comes, and oh, the time will come. Casting light on the fields at night, when even the moon is too shy to come out and play, green reflections from rabbit eyes a