Self Note
I grew up in a home where the world was always ending. It's how I got my one childhood nickname, "Chicken Little".
It seemed better later, to project somewhat into a world where the sky had already fallen, and the world ended. And to try to work from there to figure out how to build a new day. It was better than trying to live in one long unending moment that felt poised forever on the brink of some eruption, like sitting indefinitely in that moment where you feel that acute pain in your nose right before you sneeze.
It seemed better later, to project somewhat into a world where the sky had already fallen, and the world ended. And to try to work from there to figure out how to build a new day. It was better than trying to live in one long unending moment that felt poised forever on the brink of some eruption, like sitting indefinitely in that moment where you feel that acute pain in your nose right before you sneeze.