Ripping Off Robert Frost on an Ashy Evening

(a poem in two parts)

Some say our world will end in fire,
Some say in storm.
From what I know of man’s desire,
There’s no choice left but to transform.

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Hanging out with a man dying of brain cancer who has this sign in front of his house 👍👍 everything is fine

I’m flying to Ohio today for “early Christmas” for Scott. On the flight I listened to this new episode… which is largely about Scott. I cried a lot. Also life is really weird. I can’t talk about what’s going on on Facebook but we can make a podcast about it?

open.spotify.com/episode/6npk...

I had a good Thanksgiving, and still, holidays often remind me how alone we mostly are.
I used to believe my generation would make up for being mostly-orphaned culturally and sociologically by loving each other and becoming like family, at least if we wanted it.
But no, we have failed.

*Apparently* my soul said yes to living in this century, but just so we're clear, the me who stands here today has no memory of that.

It's still very very weird to me when I have to keep on dealing with like, extremely annoying bureaucratic problems while someone is dying.

Today I am thankful for fingernails, as one of mine just saved the tip of my finger from a knife. Great job!!

At that time, the creatures invented a type of 4-dimensional mirror that absolutely fascinated them. It quickly became one of the most important components of their complex hierarchy-finding and resource-distribution rituals.

Everyone wanted to show that they understood the mirror.
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