Day 20,560

“Everything that comes together must eventually come apart.”

I feel that my atoms agree.

I would love a heatmap of all the particles not currently connected to me, to see where parts of what was once me are now. Or the opposite, even!

“Oh, a piece of me when I was eight is now in a doughnut being eaten by an alpaca in Nepal!”

“There is a bit of ancient Rome in your tooth right now.”

One wonders (not deeply) how these people think someone gets to be a US citizen, ordinarily, if there’s no birthright citizenship.

“Well, my parents were US citizens.”

Oh? How?

“THEIR parents were US citizens!”

Why?


“The Constitution!”

The one that says if you’re born here, you’re American?