Ponder

I'm very fascinated by the deepest corners of my mind. Besides a life full of repressed anger, my mind loves to see me die and I have to admit, so do I. It feels a bit strange in explain this in a non-weird way. But the way it essentially works is that every day since I had death scare a month ago, my mind has created scenarios that attempt to predict my death. Every scenario ranges between being ran over by a car, car accident, hit-and-run and getting a nice pack of bullets to the chest and head. But it is the days that I go on bike rides when my imagination really kicks it into high gear. On these days, full chain reactions play out. One of my favorites has been me slipping on a liquid, slamming into a car as I fall and ultimately get ran over by another car that cannot react fast enough and move out of the way. I think I like the bike riding ones the best since they are the most likely ones to happen. Los Angeles has the highest death toll of cyclists. Just laying down where I currently find myself and closing my eyes triggers its own scene. Life is just as random as the roll of the di, we'll see when death comes knocking on my door.

This is the part where the plane falls out of the sky and kills me like in Donnie Darko.