Days until impact: 19
I need to do something. Something meaningful that will stand the test of time, even if that time is short for all of us. Maybe if it’s meaningful enough, something, somewhere will take notice and do something. Remember me, maybe, or even intervene. It may be a long shot, but I don’t want to have lived a meaningless life.

Days until impact: 11
I’ve tried some things. Writing? Who’s got the time to read it, even if it were any good, even if it could be distributes. Taking pictures? Pedestian. Who’ll care to look at anything I have access to? Even if I dropped everything there isn’t time to make even a grand gesture, let alone a grand deed.

Days until impact: 5
It’s all been meaningless. Everything. Like shadow puppets on the wall: insubstantial and ephemeral. Trying to hold onto anything, trying to do anything, is just making a new and meaningless toy that will vanish as soon as the light fades.

Days until impact: 1
It’s a miracle. I daren’t even write it down, for fear of extinguishing that fragile flame. But it is, or may be, what we’ve all needed.