As i hold this full pint of fairfield ice cream, about to indulge, i feel so awesome of this. That im about to enjoy this full pint of ice cream. Brut hen dawns on me that i am doomed to experience the momen when thepint of ice cream is over, and empty. Thus the inevitability of it depresses me. The past self and future self both at odds with oneanother. The inevitability of annihalaition.