The only thing more terrifying than the end of the world is the thought that it could go on forever. Not that the world should end or that I feel things would be better off without us, but that I think we are better off with the apocalypse. The world never really has to end, so long as we think it will, eventually. The continuance of humanity doesn’t frighten me, but time does. Time, and thinking we have enough, that we have any. Without a deadline, we put things off, we leave words unsaid, we let things wait. We let love wait. We let each other wait. And we don’t have time to wait, but we feel as if we do, until we realize that we don’t, we never did.
Veni vidi vici
I came,
I saw
that some was on your chin
sorry.
