It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.
Everything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole civilizations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything? My mom used to say that's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory - hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.
You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theatres,and it's way too late for me to hate you for anything, because we're the same damn thing. My soul, your conscience,whatever's left of me woven into whatever's left of you, all tangled up and conjoined. We're in this together,corpse.