I don't know how long I will be alive.
Some days I feel a tender appreciation for nature.
Some days I say, "Fuck Nature. I'm staying in bed."
The work of the world will not be completed by the time I die.
I'm going to do as much of that work as I can by the time I die.
I talk to strangers. (By the way, isn't "strangers" the worst word ever???)
I think a lot.
I love people.
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