My right heel is fucked and I’m spitting blood.

And now I’m finally watching The Crying Game.

When the apocalypse comes, there won’t be a single moment of regret. No wishing, no crying, no ache for something that never came to pass. Just a recollection of everything up to the point in time when it comes to an end. If I knew it was coming, I’d be right here, doing this, because there is no other life.

Some people sit in silence and smile for their own reasons. I like to think they see what’s coming and revel in what they have right now.