building your first igloo alone

your time here, in this life, is an inconsequential smear in an infinite universe. you can assume your alliances and invest in things like love and money, but when you die, years of rust will repeatedly smudge out your reputation until there is nothing left. do you feel sorry for those devoted enough to allow their misery to permeate through a century or more? or are you glad you spent your time here chasing ephemeral desires, minute by minute?

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the body undergoes transformations. fingers get thicker, interests narrow, the hairline begins to thin…

someday you will find yourself

carelessly rubbing out stains from your favorite dish.

Stains you carelessly allowed to get there in the first place.

& in your life, you will encounter many more obstacles just like yourself.