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Once from Taiwan - by nate


somewhere a star dies every second. pulsars almost time it. a big one goes, it takes out everything near it.

think of everything that will never happen again.

think of the stars in your very own eyes. if you time your plans in plancks the future is so very very vast. set to the speed at which you travel through it, it all goes by so fast, the past swelling like a headache in an earbash, future shrinking like the share price in a monkey's paw.

but like dunne says, the past and the future, they're all both the now.

and right now that now is what i miss.

you blink and things