0309. i wake up every morning, almost forgetting where i am or who i am for a split second before all the most minor of details of my life crash back into my head like discarded pieces of satellite debris being pulled suddenly onto the earth's surface by gravity.
in short: an act of God.
one day we might just fail to remember the entire story, up to even the slightest piece of information coming back to us after that one split second of oblivion. what would become of the human race?
sleeping is evil.
2 comments:
haha i love this post. hell bro u can write a column for eight days.
most writing jobs at publications require an astute sense of current affairs and a degree of sorts, especially a journalism or english language centric one.
sadly, i have neither.
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