I always compare life before studying the eternal science to that feeling when you forget that you left the fan on over the stove. There’s just this nagging anxious feeling that doesn’t go away. Then when you shut the fan off there’s still a mess in the kitchen but atleast you can fucking think!
I always compare life before studying the eternal science to that feeling when you forget that you left the fan on over the stove. There’s just this nagging anxious feeling that doesn’t go away. Then when you shut the fan off there’s still a mess in the kitchen but atleast you can fucking think!
Excellently put. That’s exactly how it feels. This strange sensation of wrongness