I know this is stupid and it's not a big deal but I was typing this morning and saw a new age spot on the back of my hand and it just… hit me, like a physical blow, and I got this sudden, intense wave of dread, like a complete existential breakdown over a tiny little bit of sun damage, and I don't even understand why, because I'm only thirty-one and this isn't my body at all and it's not like I'm an office manager seeing it and suddenly remembering mortality, but it was like this deep, intrinsic terror that felt out of proportion and I just… felt it, this deep anxiety about the passage of time and the impermanence of everything, and how disconnected I feel from… everything now, stuck at home, and I couldn't shake it.