Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel ensnared in this, as if no matter what I do, what will come has already been fixed.

Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.

If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.