Why would I even want the eternal moments of time to remember me?!
What makes me arrogant enough to think that time would even be desirous of recording my existence when I am plainly losing the battle to survive?!
The milk I plan to drink is spoilt,
getting curdled into a layer of lost out cream.
Would I want to take the trouble to stir it a wee bit more and transform it into something sweet
or
Would I rather let it rot in the rusting bowl of nothingness?!
Do I have a choice?
There is always another alternative!
The problem is, would I want to use the choice button!
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