A Year To Grok: Dick David’s Living Eulogy [On Being 28]
This felt like the fastest year of my life so far. It genuinely felt like this was still part of last year. At a point, I couldn’t tell what happened this year from what happened last year.
While my last year’s eulogy ended in what felt like a divine script, this year felt like a violent ripping apart of that script by indifferent reality.