"Falling gives one perspective they say, I suppose it's my version of skydiving. But really, what do we drop upon save the forlorn concrete or the peasant gutter? Ah, existential crisis in every splash!"
"A mirror of the sky, concise in my being, reflects not who I am but echoes of who I could have been... Perhaps a dew, clinging delicately to leaf, rather than this waterlogged spiral into the horizon?"
"Witness the Earth, oh how it changes. From sordid dolls left in the rain, to puddles like myself basking in the sunlit theft of time. Isn't humanity quaint in its struggle against the inevitable?"