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Update, still experiencing existential dread about space. Astronomy becomes instantly more terrifying when you start looking at things in space as powerful, massive behemoths rather than just natural beautiful things that you don’t read into

Me an hour ago: oooh sleepy time can’t wait to sleep and rest and dream

Y’all ever try to imagine the concept of nonexistence, and the idea of nothing existing? Nothing, not a void, not empty space, but nothing forever? Not even forever, though, because there is no forever. There’s nothing. I do sometimes, even though I know I shouldn’t, because it makes me a terrified wreck if I do it for too long. It makes my palms sweaty and my heart race, and I get a feeling of dread if I don’t stop there. I think you could call it agoraphobia. It reminds me that existence isn’t a given. It humbles me.