Take a few minutes. Write a few words. Paint a cardboard sign and hang it on a street sign. We’re out of office today and will be tomorrow. We’re getting older and getting bigger. We decay at a certain point and our years get cut short not because we’re dead on the outside, but because we died on the inside all those years ago. Neglect the body. Neglect the mind. It’ll be your own funeral you’re early to. The dogs know it. The birds know it. Let em lick your face and eat from your hand. It’ll be the end of you.