I am at the motherfucking Grand Canyon. I get all the hype now. This shit is old as fuck. Like how did we get so blessed with a planet that could give us something like this? To appreciate and learn from? The movement of water as evidenced through the curves, and all the different layers of rock. So much time has passed and so much time will continue to pass? What is there to be scared of? Not even time. The seconds passing with the wind blowing in my hair. This sentence being written on a rock along the side of one of the great wonders of the world. A tiny bug crawling on my shirt. If I don’t sit and stare and write then I will never be a writer. There is thunder clapping. Must be lucky to hear it from so high up.
I wish I could’ve shown my grandma something like this. Maybe she would’ve understood how small our lives, and all our risks and mistakes and successes and sins really are. When you look at something like this and realize, being surrounded by so many people here taking pictures…
I don’t know.
It’s raining.
Definitely good luck.
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