It’s all fast. Very, very fast. So fast it would hurt, only you don’t even get a chance to before it’s over.
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The world is absolutely full of magic. When you’re young, you can see it. You get a little older, you can see it when you drink. You get older than that, and you know it’s there if you’re lucky, but you can’t see it any longer.
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I know that AI is happening and I know that I have the skills and ought to be in on the game. The problem is that I don’t care and I am having trouble making myself believe in reality.
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You reach a stage where you anticipate things being over and mourn their passing before they begin.
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There comes a time in the life of an automatic movement when the mainspring and escapement and pinions are worn enough that if you let it stop, it won’t come back. At that point, you have to just keep it running. Humans are this way, too.
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So are cars. Maybe so is everything.
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You even lose the ability to properly tell your kids how much you love them. You know the words and you say them, but you’re overgrown with time and the waver in your soul is smothered.
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I haven’t been me for a long time. I think every person who can pay their bills eventually arrives at that state. That’s what it means to be able to pay your bills. They tell you that’s a good thing.
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Every moment, every blade of grass and every plant in my yard grows. They grow from “not even there” to “fuck that’s tall” but you never see them grow.
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That is also the waxing of your life. Which gives way to a mirrored waning of your life.
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It rained some today. Some drops hit me. Some drops hit my dog. Someday my dog will be touched by her last raindrop. Someday I will be touched by my last raindrop.