The Crack
Nouns ruin everything and belief is irrelevant, at least that's how I feel about things in what I take to be my better moments. But then there was the crack. One day we noticed a new crack in the wall. It was small at first, but it started to grow. It was as if we could hear it growing but of course we couldn’t, and eventually it widened to the point that it was demanding attention.
We decided to close the door and not go in that room, the main reason being that if we didn’t see it, the wave function wouldn’t “collapse” as they say, and therefore it wouldn’t be happening, it wouldn’t be a thing, it wouldn't get bigger. But from time to time we were overcome by curiosity, or a need to know I suppose, so we took a peek and it was growing to be quite sizable. To a certain extent this confirmed our thinking on the subject, but at this moment I'm not sure how that could've been possible, except we may have had poor judgment when we decided to take a peek.
Perhaps it only existed when we saw it, and perhaps it is what it was, or it was something else entirely, or, indeed, perhaps it didn't exist at all. Curiosity pushed the door open. We felt a need to know. But we couldn’t tell if the crack lead to darkness or light, or whether it was deep or shallow, or whether or not any of that even mattered. Perhaps it’s the same either way, and perhaps we’ll never know. Nothing sticks to the crack.