pain, death, memory
I no longer enjoy using my computer. My hands hurt too much. I find the thought of work to be depressing. I’d rather lie on my back, clear my mind, and sleep. Indeed, but I’m not sleepy. It doesn’t matter.
Earlier today I thought of what it will be like when I’m dead: no sensation, no perception, and no memory. For me it will be like dreamless sleep, only I will no longer be me at all. I’ll be gone forever except in whatever of my imprints are remembered or sustained.
It doesn’t matter.
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