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I blame myself for looking forward to their deaths secretly as artistically liberating even though what’s liberating is structure consistency HOME in other words which I had but took for granted until it disintegrated so bizarre that someone else comes buys a house raises a family in it just like yours homes should be turned into cemeteries when a family’s done using them like the way coral reefs are built out of dead exoskeletons it’s deeply disturbing to imagine that in the future live billions of people who have no idea that you ever existed or that you felt love and all that the deepest things who don’t grasp that you and your world was infinite even while it was limited and contained
