You know, there are just those days where life actually feels like more than some random series of insignificant events. When you get through a lot of feelings and thoughts about life and death and meaning and love and truth... et cetera.
Today the two big things that happened felt the same, but weren't actually anything similar at all. One was riding an ancient-looking Coney Island rollercoaster where the scare factor came more from the incredible jerkiness of the seats rather than the actual speed/height. The thing I like about riding rollercoasters is the fact that no matter how much you anticipate the feeling of the drop, or how many times you've taken rollercoasters, the feeling is always fucking fresh compared to "real life". The only way to prepare yourself is to get in the seat and accept whatever happens. That's why I like riding rollercoasters. But more than that, what I love most about it is that after 2 minutes, it's all over, forever.