there would be nothing left to analyze, nothing left to remember, nothing left to look forward to. there might be a lot of things that i'm still supposed to do, but there's simply no time now.
if the sixty second limit is a certainty, then, there's no point not to try to enjoy these sixty seconds. nothing matters afterwards anyway, and by extension, whatever i think in these sixty seconds won't matter in the least.
perhaps... i would simply marvel at the fact that i was ever conscious of being alive in the first place.
funny, if it was any longer than sixty seconds, things actually get a lot more complicated.
