LuchaLibre wrote:
As I was dying on a brick run the other day - there was a little puddle and I nimbly jumped over it.
Then I thought to myself...am I being selfish? That does puddle actually want me to jump in it and rustle it up a bit? Does it get bored sitting there knowing that it will dry up and cease to exist? What if it really just wants a partner for the end of the world - someone to frolic within its confines so it can enjoy one more sediment stir before it goes gentle into the goodnight?
Then I saw a super cute girl....and that was the end of that thought experiment
Sometimes, in the middle of a deep endorphin buzz, I'll come up with existential shit like that ... usually in the form of song lyrics
But, without any sort of devise to capture it [no phone to record it, no Sharpie to write it], I forget the whole fucking thing
"What's your claim?" - Ben Gravy
"Your best work is the work you're excited about" - Rick Rubin