Can I tell you something? I haven’t told anyone, you know. I don’t know why—I just… I feel so embarrassed. And it’s probably because there’s nothing wrong with my life. I should be happy. But there’s this sadness... And I don’t know where it comes from.

I’ve been thinking a lot about dying lately. You know, regardless of how this particular thing works itself out… I will be dying. And so will you. So will everyone here. And that’s what I wanna explore. We’re all hurtling toward death— Yet here we are, for a moment… alive. Its, everything?

Sometimes I stare at the ceiling and wonder if any of this is real. Like—what if I’m just passing time in a dream I forgot I was having? People laugh, cry, fight, love… then vanish. No warning. No rewind. And I keep trying to make it all make sense. But maybe it’s not supposed to. Maybe we’re just meant to feel it— Every quiet ache, every loud joy— Until it’s over.