You are still here.
Take a coin. Flip it. Heads, you live another 50 years. Tails, you die tonight at midnight.
Remember You Will Die: Notes from the 28th of July memento mori 7-28
Every human being has two dates carved into their stone: the birth and the death. That dash in the middle—the hyphen—is everything. Today, July 28th, is a dot on that dash for you. Is this dot a good one? Are you spending it scrolling, worrying, resenting? Or are you spending it alive ?
I have interpreted this as a reflective journal entry, philosophical essay, or script for a video/social media post dated July 28th. You are still here
Today is July 28th. The air is thick with summer; the crickets are loud, and the year is more than halfway over. But in the grand calendar of the universe, this date means nothing. It is an inch of sand falling through an infinite hourglass.
Remember death.
Dum spiro, spero. Memento mori. (While I breathe, I hope. Remember you must die.) A wilting sunflower in a glass of water, with a pocket watch showing 11:59 PM. Caption: “7-28. Perfect numbers, imperfect time. Don't wait.”