The sunset was beautiful in my world today, on my drive home... Two jets in were trailing their silvery ribbons across the orange slendor. Through a miscommunication between me and my parents when I was a child, I thought those jets were called skyscrapers. It made sense to me... they make loud noises as they scrape marks in the sky.

These days so much looks beautiful to me. So much sounds so beautiful. So much feels so beautiful. So much tastes so beautiful. More beautiful than ever. Why all this beauty? Am I about to die? Is it possible for me to die in my own world? Who do I will my world to? My unborn children...?

So then I must plan on having some of those someday...