10:03

I made two mistakes:

1) Having children;

2) Bringing them here for breakfast.

I’m starting to see things differently. As if they’re not happening now, as if they’re already memories. It’s strange observing everything from this distance which confers on it a sense of imminent self-destruction. The world is so much more beautiful when you’re no longer really a part of it. I know that I’ll remember even when I no longer have a memory. Because, even after death, others will remember for us.