I can feel the universe expanding and making things be further apart.

One seemed simply to be here, less an accumulation of moments than a single arrangement continuously gifted from some inaccessible future.

I just keep investing in the future, and I haven't reached the point where I'm not doing that.

I can feel the universe expanding and making things be further apart.

There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness–like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake–he could no longer get at.

I think mostly the commodifying comes after I've done something that has some other value to me.

Do you sometimes look up from the computer and look around the room and know you are alone, I mean really know it, then feel scared ?