>>14243825the more I age the more I realise how little of my life I actually remember, how it gets cloudier and cloudier until there's more great black voids of my memory than things I actually remember, I value my time here but I fear that one day I won't have anything left to value, that the things I enjoy now will be too difficult for my creaking joints and aching bones, that I will become senile, I will chuckle to myself in a dark room that stinks of piss, decades old perfume and dust, chuckle to myself reminiscing of a time when pink cat was (and is) good
and just like my late grandfather my aorta will burst, killing me within minutes
