Headache

I have a headache.  I slept too little, drank too much coffee and smoked enough to choke a corpse.  Whatever else I did today seems to have been sucked into a whirlwind of blurred memories.  What happened to my head?  Too much.  I don’t care. 

I’m thinking about death.  Well, more precisely put, I’m thinking about the life after death.  There’s a lot of options to which one could subscribe.  I get so bored with this shit.  It doesn’t matter if there is existence after life or not.  The truth of it is inherently unknowable.  Therefore, it is a waste of precious life time to think about it.  Yet, here I am, sending a probe into a black hole, hoping the signal won’t vanish as it slips across the event horizon.  One of these days, I’m going to disappear just like that signal.