Me thinking about soldiers who died in war at 1AM:
“the idea of so much, just mass quantities of life and energy extinguished and much at its height of vitality with the true extent of life to be had... the weight of so much unyielding potential snuffed in violence and pain for an ideal that is as much figment as concept and which they will never know and will never understand because the spark is lost and even the memories are subjective and fading...“
Me trying to pour a bowl of cereal in the morning:
“The idea of eating sounds exhausting maybe I’ll just pour a cup of coffee and stare at it for the next hour instead...”






