23 April 2015

In all honesty I consider it an air-thin miracle that I wake up every morning and I’m still surrounded by four walls, or that when I turn on the faucet water pours out, or that when I flip a lightswitch the lights come on. And I don’t just mean that I pay my utilities— I mean it’s amazing to me that there is anything reliable at all in the universe. It is still a big miserable glued-and-duct-taped-together mass of chaos and dumb luck, but when a few things work it is a nice thing to me at least.