Time is fucking fake.

[So if he never goes to sleep...it'll just stay the present, huh. No future, and not just for him anymore. No future for anyone. Buuuut since he has his phone, he'll wipe his hand off of snow slush on his pants and get it out to see.]

Still today. Just barely. I dunno if I'd leave your phone behind, from now on. I mean...most shit's fine here, but you never really fucking know.