I felt that a lot when i was on antidepressants - like a tiny ant on a little trail just doing my thing until I’m done, then poof. I like thinking that in 120 years the whole earth will have entirely different people. We’re just dusty blips.
They have a few songs where they do a great job of painting how small we are and yet we are made of the greatest things the universe has every made… We are.
nothing cosmic about it. And not dust at all, just a human typing on a screen. There’s a purity to dust that we shouldn’t reclaim. Is the moon full tonight?