“What’s your point?” I would remind myself that that was my original question, but it seems pointless. I’m too stubborn to listen to anything I have to say.
Mac sat on the couch and thought of the thought he’d just thought. He couldn’t remember sitting on this couch before, or ever seeing this couch before. Hmmm.
We, as human animals, are resigned to the “inevitable” fact of passing through this life into obscurity. Some, however, fight it with everything they’ve got.