Today, in my scheduled hour of contemplative thinking, I had the thought that it is most probably somebody’s birthday Today and (because sometimes this world sucks) nobody may have congratulated them on surviving another year. Although I have no idea why anyone would want to be reading this on their birthday, I hope you don’t have a completely awful one and enjoy yourself as much as you can. You are now one year closer to dying, disintegrating, and closer to the end of the world. So enjoy this happy moment and blow out your candles (if anyone bothered to make you a cake or, more likely, bought you one) just like death will soon be blowing out yours. This may be the last birthday you’ll ever have. It might be the last day you’ll ever have. So Happy Birthday. May your optimism be bright and your life force shine brighter (because things burn brightest before they go out).
Wish you weren’t here,
Charlotte L. Dodgson