Tavi

Death and “decay” right? The little dust motes, the stray sock on your chair, the mold in your shower, the grey hair on your head, the new wrinkle near your eye, the new ache in your knee, the yellowing family photos, the moment when you can’t quite remember your nephews name.

The little things that fall apart until that one day you just… stop.

… up until it stops being a “dip”. I don’t think these people care about having more. I think they want everyone else to have less.