One moment you’re not, and the next, you are. You’re forced into a contract at birth. It says you can die at any moment. And anything you manage to get or build or make for yourself - you lose it all in the end. Every moment is as good as it will ever get. What will you do next?

We make charts and calendars and clocks to try and organize things that were never meant to make sense. And we've got cults and religions and yoga and all kinds of shit to protect us from one single, terrifying idea...

What if when we die, we just go into the dirt? The end. No round 2, no credits, no reincarnation. Eventually, someone says your name for the last time and the show goes on. Much more important people have been forgotten than us.

I'm alright with that, so long as we're honest about it: this world is absurd and nonsensical. One person drew the "I need to flee my country because of genocide" card, while another is in "why the fuck is my UberEats guy taking so long?" land.

Barring unexpected illness or accident or tragedy, we get about 80 years to do our little dance. We do what we're told until we realize that those telling us have no idea what's going on either. We work, we play, we cry, we fuck, we save, we spend, and we're kicked off stage.