I was listening to “Polvo de estrellas” (star dust) by Jorge Drexler, and started to think about how small we are in his *huge* universe, how humans are evolving (because we are evolving and if human race still exists in 50000 years from now, probably we’ll look kind of different), and about how in 200 years we won’t be remembered by anyone — unless we are famous writers or scientists or whatever — but then I remembered I had to do dishes so ants and flies won’t be coming to bother us.

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