Today, I had a root canal.
Beyond the horror is the stench. Beyond the stench is the knowledge that you are going to pretty much smell like that not long after you die.
I would like to download myself into a hard drive. Or up into the cloud.
I certainly find this mortal casing to be a chore.
This is not a call for help but an invitation to care less.
Things die every day.
So why so greedy and fearful, everyone?
Bread, butter, tomatoes, ham. Enough.