We are but a speck of dust in the time of this place.’ That’s what you said. Those words hit me so hard, Davo. And the stars at night . . . my god. We are tiny, insignificant in the scheme of the universe and infinite time.” I wasn’t making any sense. “So if none of it matters, if in the end we’re just names in some forgotten history book god knows when from now, then I want to make my time count.
