I hate going to sleep, did you know that?
Tomorrow’s my girlfriend’s birthday. We aren’t having an underground party with DJ. We are having — you guessed it — nothing. We can’t have anything. Her parents want to deny I exist, and mine reciprocate it.
Tell me the last time you let the rain drench you through to your soul and you looked with bleary eyes at the beautiful, beautiful Earth around you. I forgot my last time.
Can you believe we are in a disc of stars and planets and gases among million others in the universe among million other universes? Can you believe how far we have closed in on ourselves that we forget we are four-limbed miracles called life on a small blue planet in a circling white disk?
There’s a miracle in the universe, a single planet with life, and look what we do with it. We construct the society and jobs and lawyers and clocks and routines and turn it into something as dry, concrete, lifeless as intergalactic gas mass.
Keep up the good work.
Damn, I hate this.