Doesn't it make you sad to know that time passes?
What makes you sad about it? My mom asks. I don't know how to explain. Life. The weather. The hallways full of people.
I imagine that if you levitated one-hundred feet above those hallways they would look like endless rivers of flesh. It might even be beautful, maybe the only way to make that many people beautiful.
I'm in a really weird mood. I don't know. Life is sad. Because there's pain and dying and abuse and all that, but more than that, because people were happy once.
That's the biggest sadness of all.
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