The Metaphysics of Fame

The information comes from the stones bits are born in bumps. Impact is creation. I come into existence with a cry and quickly fade, muffled in smoothness. In the globe faces are like a vague curtain of mist with shiny particles of disruption. Only the prominences are real. The globe measures reality by impact. It's really an information universe. I travel an assembly distance, not space, put together gas to solid, confusion to crystal. In the globe, I vanish with silence. My particles wash away.