Madness string 518

Random mermaid
There is a chance, however slim, every time we walk out of doors that something will happen and we will die. I am not about to stay locked in a small room for fear of this. I do, however, stay locked in a small room because that is where my computer is, but that is an entirely separate matter.
How am I here, I could wonder. How am I in this moment now? Except I never wasn't, not really. I was always here. I could always come here. The moment belongs to us forever. A memory, a dream, a fragment, we carry it with us regardless of whether we believe it or not. It's happening now. It is ours, and ours alone.