some games

he did not feel like playing anymore, but death did not appeal any more than anything else so he just waited, rolling with the flow, letting the days go by, giving himself to the ethereal winds and the whims of those around him... it was a fun ride for a while, but eventually he came to understand that people mostly spiral in the same loops, infinite repetition in search of some sense of stability and permanence that only illusion can bring in this temporary existence (as opposed to existance, perhaps)... and that he was alone in this understanding and perspective, he gave up control and let the winds of chance (and the aimless looping of another) carry him off into oblivion, or here and there... it was a good life, overall...