Everything Is Dying

The birds are dying, the fish are dying, the bees are dying. I am dying, you are dying, we are dying. They are dying.

But if we die because we’re struck by a meteorite, we should be graceful about it because it’d be as if we were Winona Ryder in Black Swan — the aging ballerina — bowing out to make room for a hot new species that we don’t even know about yet, a.k.a. Natalie Portman, sort of like how the dinosaurs were yesterday’s Winona Ryder.