Immortality

There's something transcendent about transience. Give or take a handful of decades and we won't be around anymore.

Some people live through their life's work. Plato, Van Gogh, Dostoevsky. It even applies today. People such as Vonnegut and Lennon. They're cheating death by leaving behind a tangible account of their lives. The paper in your hands, the sound in your ears, the light being so dutifully absorbed by your rods and cones. They're all ways of reaching out and touching souls from the grave. It's as if they've become immortal.

But if you play this in fast forward, if you take a step back and skip the tape ahead a few chapters to where the Sun has boiled our oceans away and charred our ground, where the Andromeda Galaxy is whisking through the Milky Way and stars make small talk to each other you can start to see that all these souls and minds aren't really making an imprint. The literature and art burned, the music silenced. Everything we've done as a species and as individuals doesn't really matter.

The only things left from humanity at this point are a handful of defunct spacecraft barreling away from sun. A few cold pieces of metal whispering through space. It's lonely, it's quiet. But it's an engrossing feeling to picture this scenario.

I love homo sapiens.

Stephen!

Chance Encounters

Writing when you're bored is the best.

“When it comes down to it, all we really are is a humdrum combination of chance and choice, right?”

She muttered this and leaned over the chair.

He nodded and spoke as he typed.

“There’s no guiding force. There’s nothing stopping us. Nothing to tell us what we can or can’t do. The only thing that really affects us aside from our conscience decision is happenstance.”

 Stumbling upon an acquaintance in a park and falling head over heels.

 Crashing into old friends in unexpected places.

 Driving down a street and seeing a past lover glide by.

 Anyway you look at it its all just a matter of us deciding to act, and then stumbling beautifully through spontaneity along the way.” It dripped off his lips as he continued to type.

She batted her eyes and inhaled, “I have to admit something to you.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes I go places just to walk headstrong into the unpredictabilites of the universe. I sit in dusty bookstores watching people and let pure fortuity engulf me. The souls that pass, the interactions of others. They’re all so new, fleeting, so unexpected out in public”

He laughed and got up from his seat. “You know, If I didn’t come to the library today, at this specific time in the afternoon, If I didn’t get assigned a 3 page paper and wait to do it until the last minute, this never would have happened. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” She beamed a smile.

“Who should I thank, then?”

“The wisps of uncertainty.”

Stephen!

Big red and white letters yelling at me

undistraction.com

So, I'm a procrastinator. My friend Stephen has his bouts, but I'm a genuine procrastinator. He and I have been contemplating being blogger buddies for a little while now, but I never expected to do it. Actually having our own blog always seemed like a quiant little dream to me. Why? Fuck, because I'm a procrastinator. I wanted a place to log all of my own little ponderings, but, I would have had to make an account! And wait for inspiration! And deal with all the other menial and possibly irrational obstacles that were in my way! Fortunately for me, Sneefy IM'ed me today with a newly polished blogger acount, our blank canvas, finally purchased.

After Steve's reaction to my crisply Stumbled upon (best website ever) homepage for my browser, he mentioned how blogworthy it was and I decided that it was only fitting to end my procrastination with the mention of a website that tells me to get off my ass and get things done.

Now, go get undistracted!

Love,
Dustin

I saw the International Space Station flyby earlier tonight. It's nice to see a  pinnacle of human acheivement glide across your worldview at 5miles per second. You get a nice blur of endearing, inspirational, and humble feelings as you watch this sucker track the sky.

Stephen!