Today was my last shift and they gave me 12 beers. Last year they gave me a rose bush. I wonder what it will be next year.
I imagine time as an ocean, the world ocean, all the water on Earth that settled into the seas in an unending belt of brine and foam, and how if that’s all the time that will ever be, (and if, in a scant hydrogen atom winging a singular water molecule, there floats a lone proton and inside that proton are three quarks, one of which represents my lifetime), then the time I spend alive is practically incalculable to the time I will not even exist. It would take trillions of me to make even a single drop.
Time is an ocean. You will be dead significantly longer than you were ever alive. You can hear the weight of eons pressing against the walls of what you’ve come to call life.