Do you ever think about your own death? I do… probably too often. I was thinking about it tonight, as I went for a walk through a grassy field in the pitch black of the night…
What are people going to say about me? What even was the point of my life? How long until I am completely forgotten, and the last person thinks of me for the last time?
I'm writing this email to you at about 10pm on September 9th, 2026. Just two hours before the anniversary of Charlie Kirk's murder.