we will be forgotten.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
Tag: universe
I have no idea what I’m doing.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
Systems, Part 8: Cursed Are The Happy
It’s like a well-oiled gear of a vehicle saying “everything is great!” while the car is driving off a cliff.