Sometimes when I’m spiraling I think about how even if I could live forever, I would only ever live to see the day our sun swallows the Earth. Watch it burn away our wars and our hate and our dirt and our love and our children. Every single life ever lived; every battle ever fought.

My mind races and hopes that someday we build a spaceship, if not filled with people then with all the books we’ve ever written so they can tell the story of who we were,
and who we wished we could have been.