Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

My favorite songs change every year.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.