I feel listless. I've not felt like this for a while. Maybe its the thought of death that's the cause. I don't know. And I don't want to introspect - there're too many synapses to fire up. And discard.
And what of death? Is it the end? Or the beginning?
End of what? Beginning of what?
Paraphrasing Dylan Thomas:
I refuse to go quiet into the night;
I refuse to go out like a light;
I will rail against the light;
I will rail with all my might
Sigh.
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