“Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.”
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
I’ve been thinking about stuff like this a lot since I returned from Houston. I seem to get inside my head when I’m commuting to work in the morning. So much that sometimes I couldn’t even tell you what was playing on the radio. Maybe I should cancel my SiriusXM subscription.