I remember every single day of my life so far
And there are more of them than there are stars
Only the ones I can see count
But suddenly the stars fade and die
Don't ask me why it's a blue sky
I guess it's morning and soon there will be day
I guess it's morning and soon there will be day
Every day is just like the rest
The worst and the best
As the days pass, the first to the last
Every day is just like the rest
The worst and the best
As the days pass, the first to the last
8000 days different in 8000 ways
I remember every single day of my life so far
And there are more of them than there are stars
Only the ones I can see count
Only the ones I can see count
Every day is just like the rest
The worst and the best
As the days pass, the first to the last
Every day is just like the rest
The worst and the best
As the days pass, the first to the last
"8000 days different in 8000 ways", I like this song because it tells a bit more about the wittgensteinian semantic loneliness more concretely, because yeah. We are lonely, because no matter how much we would overexplain ourselves in order to be understood, it's fundamentally impossible. Two different person will never have those same 8000 days and we live roughly like 30 000 days. Each day is different.