a sliver of the dial of a watch

Our lives. I'm obsessed of late with how temporary we are. No matter how big we're imagined. As big as we can be, we remain nothing. Our best idea supported by grants and government and private approval will be a date in an old handbook that someone's grandkids read ./ of course you won't be recognized because there's no reason for them to register your name. i am not a nihilist, yet how the fuck do you feel the breeze when you know it'll be gone in an instant, and you will too. All the effort for a blink. And in geological time, the human race itself will be lost in a single layer of dust and mud a couple of feet thick. \~how grand this all is.