I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That’s what I want to explore. We’re all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we’re going to die, each of us secretly believing we won’t. Now it is waiting and nobody cares. And when your wait is over this room will still exist and it will continue to hold shoes, and dresses, and boxes, and maybe someday another waiting person…and maybe not. The room doesn’t care either. What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter… Do not waste time. Do not regret.