The Groundhog’s Epiphany
What does it feel like to see the world as a materialist, to believe (sorry, to “know”) that you are always, at every second of your single random lucky dice existence, one breath away from nonexistence? Sometimes, in the spirit of play, I try this on for a day or two. I’m never able to move in, but I do enjoy an occasional visit. It sharpens things.
