Believe in me and die forever.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

Get through the moment. Avoid confrontation. Run away. That's pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our own attention. Jacking off. Denial.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.