where does all the shit go when it gets flushed down the toilet? what happens to garbage when it gets thrown out? out of sight, out of mind? i think not. i wonder about all the little things that keep our world running so apparently seamlessly. i bet all these things will come back to us someday. eventually i'll eat vegetables grown from my shit and drink water from a pool of my garbage. it's all a slow, painful fight against entropy, a fight which we will eventually lose. liz was right: we are born, only to begin dying.
the suckiness of my life gets ever so suckier.