diaries, uninterrupted #2

Thursday, March 13, 2025. There are people who never think about the vastness of the universe and how every single one of us is but a speck of dust whose life lasts a fraction of a cosmic nanosecond, or rather: I don’t really know whether these people exist, who am I after all to have certainty of anything like that, what I wanted to say is more in the tone of