I used to think that you were my home
Without you where would I be?
But now I know that I can be home with me
Life & Death
What shall I do, while I slowly wait to die?
Make a time-lapse movie of my withering decrepitude?
Tell a thousand jokes on Twitter that people will scroll past in their own journey toward death?
In trying to create meaning out of no meaning
We come up with some really strange, elaborate and often internally inconsistent ideas
All of which are designed to distract us from the mirror.
It’s more poetry: