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vonnegut, as shared in SF and philo (11/10/17)

Stephen Hawking… found it tantalizing that we could not remember the future. But remembering the future is child’s play for me now. I know what will become of my helpless, trusting babies because they are grown-ups now. I know how my closest friends will end up because so many of them are retired or dead now… To Stephen Hawking and all others younger than myself I say, ‘Be patient. Your future will come to you and lie down at your feet like a dog who knows and loves you no matter what you are.


till sleep do us part

His parents, both fifty-five years of age, asleep on the sofa. Growing old together means spending most of the time on the couch with a television programme on but with your eyes shut; your bodies together in this world, but your minds, separate. Drifting. Roaming. Wandering other dreamworlds.

i like this word unspeakable
it feels ego-puncturing yet beautiful yet weird yet fascinating yet spooky yet physical nonhuman yet human”