I work at Apple and every night they strap me into a booth and let me pick 1,000 people’s alarm clocks to silence. They strap me in and I strain to reach the buttons with my tongue. Thrash against the straps like a muscle of fishmeat. Blister my tongue against the hot buttons.
every time old people talk i’m reminded of certain cultures where the geriatric would sacrifice their wellbeing in favor of the youth and not remain selfishly ignorant of the future. the day of the pillow will happen because of their own greed.
Lol one of the first pages of Lipsky’s DFW book: “Suicide is such a powerful end, it reaches back and scrambles the beginning. It has an event gravity: eventually, every memory and impression gets tugged in its direction.”