I forget who I am. Frequently. Humanity in general makes me forget who I am by being so boring I can hardly stand to think about the future. Every day is just seven hours of put your head down and wait for the rest of the class to finish the test.

We want two things, right? Excitement and safety. We don’t want boring safety. We don’t want exciting danger. We want to stand in safety and dip our toes into danger. We want something that’s safe to be excited about; that’s entertainment. Why? Because boredom makes us forget who we are.

The flickering lips of the flame of order against the cold chaos of the night sky. The tingling nerves of the big bang’s furthest extremities. The eternal busy signal of consciousness: now what? What fresh hell is this?

(Entropy. The fresh hell is always entropy.)

My point is, money is boring. It’s meaningless to own and fatal to abstain from. Let’s replace it with something fun. What else are we here for?