whatever shit you get yourself into, no matter how fucked up everything is, if you’re failing that class (or several), or your girlfriend is screaming at you from the staircase, and your brother has stopped answering your texts, or the answering machine on the other end of the line is just a reminder that you’ll never hear her voice again, or you’re staring at razor blades or a canister of blow, or you’re staring at your hands and you don’t remember the last three years, or you’re sitting alone on a saturday night while your roommate gets dressed to go out with some friends and she asks you if she can borrow your boots, no matter how over it all is, something starts tomorrow. it’s the second law of thermodynamics, entropy. some systems need the chaos, the disorder, to increase over time, for there to be a future. it is the reversibility of natural processes and the account for the asymmetry of the past and the future. something has to end, because something starts tomorrow.

“If you get tired, learn to rest, not to quit.”