If everything around is bound to someday be undone? Like shapes in the mist dissolve after the sun shines. A feeling of futileness which I can't express enough in words as much as I feel it.
In spite of which I do this silly act of putting it down here in this blog. Futility feeds futility which in turn feeds some more futility. But we don't stop living do we?
In spite of which I do this silly act of putting it down here in this blog. Futility feeds futility which in turn feeds some more futility. But we don't stop living do we?
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