Incomplete and unfinished ideas being tossed into the void, to be forever forgotten- just as the leaves of every tree come Autumn time are discarded to the ground, only to be viewed as a faceless mass. 

With each moment that passes, we as humans continue to bumble our way through life as best we can, each of us trying to advance our civilisation as far as possible before the inevitable heat-death of the universe. A self-powering machine whos purpose is to work until it can no longer do so. Interacting with me as an individual deviates from this goal of human-advancement, and yet people still choose to do it- and to those people, I say thank you.