Dansite Reading Journal

About to die. And so on.
We're all going to die.
The Sahara is your back yard, so's the Pacific Trench; die there and you won't be lonely. On Earth you are never more than 13,000 miles from anywhere, which as the man said is a tough commute, but the rays of light from the scene of your death take little more than a tenth of a second to go...anywhere!
We're nowhere.
We'll die alone.