The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girly cosmetic stuff) Vaseline six pack, Mountain Dew One dozen Tulips one Bottle Of water Tissues One Can of blue Spray paint

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.