You could drop dead at any point in your daily routine. Even if you opt to stay in bed, you could still die. Either way, not much is affected by the decision that you make (or don't make), and you're still definitely going to die eventually.
― Encyclopedia Beige and the Case of the Bland Sandwich (Old Lunch), Thursday, 21 December 2017 14:57 (six years ago) link
I just looked up my Saturn’s Return and yeah those 6 months were fucked up
― El Tomboto, Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:11 (six years ago) link
every time i do some idle tedium like punching numbers into a spreadsheet or putting my PIN into the work printer my chest gets tight, something about the futility of work and the reality of mortality or something
― global tetrahedron, Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:48 (six years ago) link
I live besides a busy street and I get a feeling of dread some mornings around 5.30 am as like clockwork, cars start rushing by to go to work. Often I'm up around this time as well and it just reminds me how were slaves to the wage and mostly the working poor. Shit just feels way too scripted sometimes
― In a slipshod style (Ross), Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:51 (six years ago) link
Realizing in the midst of doing something you enjoy that literally every human activity that isn't a biological imperative is essentially a mortality distraction, and then realizing that your realization has basically undermined the essential point of your endeavor.
― Encyclopedia Beige and the Case of the Bland Sandwich (Old Lunch), Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:56 (six years ago) link
i have really bad morbid ideas for movies all the time and the last one was something i thought of after reading a nyt story and it is about two people who die on top of mount everest and the people who go to retrieve their bodies also die and more people go up to retrieve those bodies and then they die and then more people go up....it goes on like that for 6 hours until mount everest is actually officially taller and they have to change the height in all the record books. and it ends there.
― scott seward, Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:58 (six years ago) link
I've seen some configuration of the same 20-30 people on my commute to and from work for several years. None of us acknowledge any of the others, none of us know anything about one another (presumably), one of us could disappear one day and maybe at some point several months later someone else will briefly think, hey, wonder what happened to that guy, kinda like how you suddenly notice that a restaurant you use to pass by all the time has been a Foot Locker for the past year.
― Encyclopedia Beige and the Case of the Bland Sandwich (Old Lunch), Thursday, 21 December 2017 16:02 (six years ago) link