Today I stumbled across an old, forgotten watch while cleaning my room. It’s one of those cheap plastic stopwatches with a rope to hang around your neck. I know it’s a time-keeping device and all that, but I was surprised to see that the lousy thing was still, well, on time (discounting the end of daylight savings). I guess what was so jarring about the discovery was that it served as a reminder that world can carry on very capably without you. Maybe it’s time to stop daydreaming and to start doing all the things that I keep promising to do. The world may one day forget me, but it’s nice to pretend that I might be able to do something to prevent that from happening.
If I ever kill myself KZ, it will definetly be because of what I read here.