On Friday I had a sleepover with two good friends of mine. We had it at the home of the friend who lives further away from myself and the other friend. It's amazing how different the places we live are. We walked to the cult on her road and then we lay down on the asphalt.
Sometimes, when I think about the absolute inevitability of the death of myself and everyone I've ever known, I wonder if anything matters. Shortly after this thought, I think that everything matters- because if it didn't, why would I be doing it? I think that this is perhaps the best answer I will ever come up with, even after reading a novel entitled 'Everything Matters!' about that very topic.
These are the things I thought about while lying in the middle of the road. These sorts of realizations tend to come to you when you are at least somewhat risking your life.
After a moment lying in the road I sat up and looked around. My friend lives between two horse pastures. Everything is grass or trees there. I screamed just because I wanted to, and then we all screamed. One of the horses came running towards us, but just before it ran into the fence it stopped and stared.
I think lying in the middle of the road is probably the most interesting that has happened to me in a long time. I wonder if that says more about me or the place that I live?
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