In which I reminisce on a place that I spent a lot of time in, despite the fact that I had no reason to be there.
In which I consider whether I can consider humanity as a whole, or if such rounding leads to too many errors.
In which I compare soccer to Hallmark movies unironically.
In which I relate my (failed) first experiment of trying to move backward from my death day for planning.
In which I wearily attempt to propose a scenario wherein I might consider the limits of humanity, but end up finding the limits of my wakefulness instead.