Sleeplessness & Fever

Let’s say you and I were the last people on earth and we were asked to skydive.

I think we’d go down with the ship quite beautifully.

We’d draw the ship — sketch the arch, trace the winds, comment on how our breaths create a pretty fog.

I’m not being facetious.

I’m saying if the world was going down and you were the person beside me, we’d find a way to laugh.

And laughing is what it matters. It’s how we find our breaths.

May the new year bring a different sort of silence, call for a different mode of being.

Will not compare your Heidegger to mine, your Hegel, your Kant, your philosophers. Will say, I don’t read enough to compare. Didn’t build a dark room. Learned how to show my face on camera instead. Trusted the angles of my mouth would not show only age, but trust in symmetry.