If the most I ever know is the moment I write/read this, then is all the knowledge and wisdom I've forgotten like the star that's exploded but is so far away I'm just now seeing the light it emitted? The reason for that line is for feeling absent minded lately. Brain farting. Using not interested as a diversion from not willing to go there or even just absorb the content. It's centered on the willingness to let life out there happen without being involved directly because life right here is preferred. Smelling the coffee/roses and being unconcerned about cutting corners because there aren't any. The miss-yous are long faded like the supernovas and there's too much here and now to even give thought to what's missing.

Feeling funny is second more frequently than ever compared to just having a funny feeling. Not twilight zone funny feelings but more like what motion sickness must feel like at the outset. Too much screen viewing probably tied to cluttered vision. //add Mr. Saturday Night lyrics here.

That string of triple nines seems distant but the infrastructure is still intact and improving. Thinking maybe a few armpit farts and singing like Debra Messing might lighten the loafers.