Culminate all of your momentary self as to bundle and nourish, bear down and flourish and connect all parts of your grief and your longing to all of the nooks and the cracks of belonging you've shimmied down into through all of the days that you've lived.
Peer up the perilous series of thoughts about things like the t-shirt so helplessly bought that of which there are thousands made lined up and thrown away simply to satisfy the wants of some self anointed god.
Remark at the seemingly quickening passage of time and how all of the things that you find yourself thinking and writing run back over themselves as each day barrels on.