today you’re going to die. the world won’t stop for a second. sure, they’ll come to your funeral; one day’s not that inconvenient.
death isn’t ending, you’ve always been dying the very first time that you opened your eyes you were given the name and the words and the thoughts that would slowly trick you into thinking that you had been alive. it’s all the same. we’re all just fragile molded brains. ignorant and stupid we made lies up like cupid to put weight on reproduction just to be obnoxiously vain. and today i’m going to die. that’s ok with me. don’t cry at my funeral. why be affected by something so visceral? emotions are fleeting and flesh is decaying, the world remains dying and spinning unbound in the silence of space where we barely exist as we selfishly look for the things that we never found. it’s all the same. you, your friends, and all your relatives. everyone’s impermanent.
