It’s 12/12/12 and I should be writing something historical and time capsule-worthy, but all I want to do is go to sleep.
It’s interesting that in one hundred years, when this date occurs again, I won’t be here to see it. Neither will you. Possibly neither will the Internet. Your children might, if there isn’t an apocalypse some time in the next century. The recession will probably still be going on regardless.
So if many things are ultimately futile, then, we may as well have a laugh, or do some sort of footprint-making if we are inclined to impose our presence on others when we’re dust (or are we stars? I never can remember).
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