Life after by 202620262026

People watching statues at the Louvre. It’s true today’s music could kill a Victorian child. We must remain modern. The world, tired of being bipolar, still turns. People change, forget passwords. Kierkegaard said, “To dare is to lose your balance. Not to dare is to lose yourself. You regret it either way.” Something like that. In my next life — God has explicitly warned me — I won’t experience too much ADHD. Sounds plausible. If it’s not that, though, then it will just be something else. From time to time I say, “Oh well,” which means ‘I may as well love being bipolar now.’ It’s interesting after all. The world, tired of containing multitudes: trying to savor memory, trying to turn life still. Switching on and off makes lightbulbs burn faster than just being left on. More is lost to indecision: the switching consumes the filament. Growing older, stars fade and form less visible constellations. You wake up to the TV still on, the room bathed in blue and purple. The right to remain silent — pretty poetic, looking back. To the mind that is still, the entire universe surrenders.

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