There’s a long running debate of whether people are or aren’t inherently evil. I think there is a different question that should be addressed: do you have to be evil to do evil things?
I’m looking outside at the sky. It’s nighttime, and there is a star visible. Because of the speed at which light travels, though, I’m really looking at something that doesn’t exist anymore. That was my lone thought a few minutes ago.
But this new thought hit me: what makes a star any different from a picture? From Earth, the light I’m seeing is of something that used to be. A picture is also a snapshot of the past, something that had its place in some universe. The night sky is an endless Instagram scroll, the stars are the pictures.
That was me being poetic.
Nothing is impossible.
I’ve got a new recurring dream. Well, the dream isn’t actually the same thing. There’s a central theme that keeps popping up, and it’s bothering me a little. I don’t believe they have anything to do with my premonitions. Then again, my other recurring dream kind of happened. Well, not yet.
Sidebar: don’t forget about me.