Just run with it, DASH it off, I don't care if it's nothing. Just don't let this day end without putting SOMETHING down in this empty scrap corner of faux-space, some insignificant footnote evidencing the fact that you were ALIVE and at least tried to do more than just
(more) eat, sleep, and disassociate your way from one end of this dizzying spectrum to the other. And if what you write is some nothing that no one ever sees then GOOD, because it's not for them, it's for YOU to remind you that your time is precious and you won't live forever. You do it because you're here, now, HERE, NOW (god-damnit why won't it sink in???) and then you're gone in a blink--sure it feels long at first, until you begin sliding steeper and steeper down the back end of that craning I-beam, and sense for the first time what's bearing down on you from below, feeling the whole suspension just moments away from destabilizing, and YOU looking back desperately for something ANYTHING to cling to, and what's going to be there? Nothing. It's nothing. But maybe just maybe you can steel yourself by saying I FOUGHT and I LOVED and I left as much of myself back there twisted and lost amongst the rubble of our common experience as I possibly could. And then the least amount of you will be left to die and the greatest amount left to persist, even if only in specious colloquialisms of human dialogue that flare up and burn out in a handful of generations. I would scream if I thought it would make you hear it. But I don't know how we can make our mark on a world that's not built of world anymore,(less)
