Your legacy shouldn’t be smothered by the nature of history, the context of where you woke up and found yourself to be. As you did the best that you could, to do the best you could. How do you make ends meet when it’s so close to the end? Well here’s a check for forty percent of everything you’ve worked for. We all hold our memories, clenched tightly in the bags under our eyes. You’re at the end of where we are now. There will be a new generation to come and phase us out, and make the same mistakes. You’re not a drain on resources. The culture has just tightened its grip on open hands. If you loose track, don’t worry at all. I’ll listen to the same stories, a thousand times over. It seems we’re all on the decline.

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