THE PURSUIT OF BEING
Years from now, you will find that the things you held dear, were all trivial to the core. All of those silly little things you cared about meant nothing, and the naive quest for perfection was a giant fucking waste of time.
I wish you well on your pursuit of being.
John C. O’Callaghan V
It's sad that the air is the only
thing we share.
No matter how close we get to each other,
there is always air between us.
It's also nice that we share the air.
No matter how far apart we are,
the air links us.