Every moment we live, we die.
People see what they like. I just keep my step.
For that is what bodies wanted: to come to rest. To know no more.
Dead astronauts reads like someone is telling you their fever dream and its interpretation simultaneously in the same eerie voice.
Last year, I challenged readers and myself to create a six-word-summary of the year. I think I’ll keep the tradition.
Tumultuous change and triumphant movement onward.
All the best in your new year.
Give the people what they want
and take only what you need.
I love that. I want it in a Tarantino film.
Depth without complexity, confidence without grandiosity, humor without nihilism, yearning without apprehension. Naturally lit, unfiltered, organic, palatable perfection - no less, no more.
I don’t need something to live for, I need something to die for.
I have lived a good life because I say I have.