I’m constantly thinking about my own mortality lately. One day, I will die. Cancer, perhaps? Maybe a sudden car accident? Choking on leftovers? Who knows? But it honestly doesn’t matter how I go. It matters how I lived.

If I knew with one hundred percent certainty that I was going to die tomorrow, what would I do? It almost…

I have no idea what I’m doing.

Somewhere in this vast, abstract life…