Unlike other socials, my nostr feed has an end. I will eventually get through all the new notes. It makes me feel productive when I complete my doom scroll for the day.
Well, thank God that we didn't die young
We pressed on and on
Time was moving too fast, I got to missing the past
And this old Econoline always getting low on gas
So pull over and rest, a blood brother, a pact
And we will live on forever, babe, with the wind at our backs
Mix your blood with mine, let our songs build rooms in time
And see to it that if we die young
I'll live on through you
And you'll live on through me, too
Navigating an emotional terrain that feels like an elephant graveyard full of fossilized bones acting as immovable structures permanently entrenched in its old, ancient ways, forgetting how it had gotten there.