Empty echos of dead men

“We are as continuous with the physical universe as a wave is a continuous with the ocean.”

“Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Empty existential words from clueless dead men.

No help here anywhere.


I wish I could be excited for the menial joys of the latest pop song. I wish I could talk to my friends about the latest overrated movie. I wish… I wish…


I wish I had a clone. A clone who is equally disgusted by it all. Though I’d probably think he/she was a bummer. Talk to me. I might like you. If my expectations were the ocean the Mariana trench would be ankle-deep.


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