I woke up to this.

I woke up from a dream where the logic was, every time I would click on a YouTube link, my left neck would twitch. There was something fair and deserving about it, and so I just played along with it…

understanding

An understanding of death is what I had a microscopic glimpse of when I look at my face in the mirror and wonder whether they will force make up onto it while I lie in my coffin. An understanding of…

to live.

Turbulence. Nothing new. The roughest one I’ve had so far, though. The woman sitting next to me held on tightly to her seat. She closed her eyes tightly, and mumbled something. A prayer, maybe, obviously. Or perhaps promises? Her heart…

determinism.

When you believe in free will, doesn’t all death become suicide?