and have even been losing track of long chunks of time. The truth is paradoxically omnipresent and irrelevant. Everything being true seems to negate from my own truth.
When I was twenty or so I felt invincible. That's what we're all obliged to say as we age, I guess. I guess I was invincible at the time, though, nothing managed to kill me. By that merit, I must still be invincible here.
There are so many ways to go
but I
without knowing how these things might be
of a .
The universe has only a shaky grip on any one of us at any give time. I feel I am slipping free of it but what does that even mean?
If I fall out of infinity, what do I fall into?