Caterpillars of Memories

by Regis Boff

FaceBook offers dull, drab, and pointless human beings like me the opportunity to extend the boldly erected fantasies of our youth well into our dotage. I can regurgitate the same sensations that meant so much to me growing up by simply going on YouTube and pulling up music performed in videos exactly as it happened. Life is not temporal; it is permanent. Unless you believe humanity is heading somewhere with a purpose, which is stupid, it is impossible not to conclude that every existence is anything more than one segment in a very long caterpillar of memories. This is why I am a happy person.

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