I think sometimes. Like...
How the future continuously becomes the present and the present continuously becomes the past, so what do we have left?
Just… now. That’s all of it. Right now.
Every single little detail bundled into an ever-changing single state of now. And somewhere deep in that kettle is a symphony of life, writing ballads of stateless love.
@fry Hello?
1. Hello
2. What?
3. OK
OK I've gone and made a second account on another instance. Purely out of curiosity. Regretting it already.