My life is overall very good right now and I thankfully I don’t feel depressed, but ultimately, I’m stoked that eventually I’ll be dead. Unless some crazy singularity occurs and I get to live in a virtual world where all my craziest dreams can be experienced, and all my friends and family and I achieve biological immortality through advanced technology, and the mechanics of the mind are so thoroughly understood that you can trace a thought to its origins and truly decode what it is to be human and why we behave how we do, and perhaps then we set about on the grand challenge of exploring the known universe (and beyond?), I anticipate a neverending parade of novelty tacos, ‘retro’ brand revivals, increasingly crowded and unaffordable living spaces (filled with impatient, hostile, inconsiderate idiots), and Vine videos made by highly vloggable teenagers, while I sit in front of my computer hypnotized by the near infinite tsunami of music, information, commentary, history, opinion, data, and what-not available on the internet, wishing that my stars had aligned and I could be touring the planet with one of the 20 or so bands I’ve been in, instead of struggling to find the energy to physically move my body and/or focus for longer than 5 minutes at a time on anything. Peace. The extreme run-on sentence two sentences ago was brought to you by critical-hit.org.