reading john green's looking for alaska and watching imaginary heroes has got me thinking about last words (hans christian andersen's "i understand nothing more." and simon bolivar's
"how will i ever get out of this labyrinth!" and francois rabelais' "i go to seek a great perhaps." are my favourites) and suicide (not that i'm contemplating it but) and the fleetingness of all we are compared to something like.. stars which are so distant yet (ironically iridescent and perennially twinkling in and out of existence) immutable which is really pretty damn cool if you ask me because when to ashes and dust we return forgotten and six feet under, the stars they will still be there unchanging