Stan Lee, Ursula Le Guin, Harlan Ellison and Stephen Hawking, Certainly others but let us focus on these people, are dead as of this post. People who dared our imagination and understandings. People who I wished to meet, who I admired dearly. This enforces my own thoughts of mortality as I reminisce about those close to me perishing, failed constructions and the time I waste. I wish to comfort myself of an afterlife, yet I find it difficult to deluded myself so much. I feel so uninspired as I fall into places darker than I had imagined. I don't know, the future is scary and early 2000s emo music is nostalgia ridden.