Here We Are

Here we are, just sitting here, among the everything.


At least with the internet we can journey across the eras of existence. That’s time sorted.


But as for space?


I fully understand why people become sad at the inconceivable-ness of it all.


How are we different to goldfish, in how we periodically forget how trapped we are?


One of the creator’s/evolution’s small mercies, that.


Maybe I’m just tired.


Happy weekend, everyone