. . .
usually i have a lot to say about these kind of things, the kind of works that worm their way into your philosophy, into how you think about things, and just poke at the edges, poke at the shape, give it a real good shakeup until the experience firmly sets itself in as one of the myriad little things that defined who you are
but here i have... nothing, really. not a lot to say, nothing bombastic, barely any jokes even besides "JUICE is a dave strider"
nothing beyond something i already knew deep in my core, nothing beyond something a moment not that long ago truly redefined and underlined for me:
i don't want to live forever

