been thinking about this a lot lately. been mostly referring to tom Stoppard's Arcadia and how there is an indefinite yet concrete timeline that breaches both stagnancy and entropy at once, in a manner of neutrality regardless of human interpretation
an unfortunate necessity. incredibly overrated, though to deny it would be ignorance. the best and only way to deal with this fact of life is to spin it into an optimistic thing, which i absoloutely reccomend you do
makes me think of Scott street by Phoebe bridgers. but my preference is a sip or two of the beer pre shower. then finish post shower. bread and yeast in liquid form feels strange while taking a shower w soap
