Let’s presume I’m dead, and that the reason that I died was because I killed myself. Let’s say the reason why I’m dead is because there was nothing. Why was there nothing? There was nothing because there was no one, and there was nobody because it was one million years from now and we’d destroyed ourselves and there was nothing left.

And let’s say that they actually invented time travel and I was the one they chose to make the mission and to live one million years forward in time, and let’s say there was nothing.

Let’s say I was co-dependent on others and I couldn’t live without a family and without friends. So I killed myself. And let’s say my blood seeped onto the blank white pages of nothingness, and nobody knew.

And let’s say you told me, “I love you, forever.”

Well I can say, that when you told me you loved me forever, I shoulda known better not to believe you- because in one million years, there is no forever. There’s nothing.