why waste these last few habitable years fretting about a loss that seems all but inevitable?
a baby cries on the train.
the landscape is so beautiful, but you avoid looking because you don't want to miss it too much.
remember when you watched the trains go by in high school, as a little vibrating being of untapped expansiveness?
remember when the future was still at the mercy of a million permutations?
the hum of the universe once sounded like you.