Even if the self lacks coherence as a concept, loss of it can be some scary shit, it's funny, my sense of self is very fragile, but my self is actually pretty solid, keeps on trudging along, anyway.

The only real problem facing the world today is a lack of imagination, sadly, it's insoluble.

Preparing to disappear is more fun than you'd think, becoming ever more minimal, dashing back and forth making quick last minute checks, brushing out the dusty corners.