Who says the tiny dot of an insect moving across my computer has no right to walk here? The size of the dot of an “i” making it’s way around my words as I write them.
I’ve taken a moment to consider this, looking away from the screen. When I look back the insect is gone. I don’t know where it went or how. I suppose it flew, although I can’t be certain. And that is all there was for this particular moment. I noticed the bug who crossed my path. Its night shall continue and so shall mine. Thus, nothing ended here.