for reasons unknown, i met haruki murakami in a dream and, for reasons unknown, asked him how to not get swallowed by time. he kinda stammered, and in the end came up with:
“find a community and give back to it.”
not what i was expecting, and not nearly what would achieve my ultimate end, but perhaps there’s wisdom in that answer.
why am i so obsessed with staying perennial? why do i care more about being of lasting import to the whole of humanity—whatever that’s supposed to mean—than to those i’m most in contact with?
and perhaps the big one requires the little one.