this is how small we are. divide your age by zero. infinity. time and time again i think about suspension of reality. every moment, suspended in an infinite timeline, frozen for as long as. that moment you got laughed at in school for getting a fucking ugly haircut, and the moment you'll be looking at your three children and not know which one you hate the most.
this moment where i think about this in my pj's, feeling mildly feverish from running around all over the place during the day. feeling nervous about flunking out of school. wanting to go to sleep but not being able to.
i wonder who interprets the dusty archives of my life.