One of the reasons I find life so painful is that, when boiled down, it’s just a series of little messes and pains. Cat puke on the carpet, an overflowed bathtub, stubbed toes, spilt milk. And yeah, there’s no use crying over it, any of this, but reality chips away at me with a chisel…
All posts in August 2021
oh, to be alive at the end of the world
We do our silly little jobs, run our silly little errands, live our silly little lives. When does it end? Aflame, grinding away till all that remains is ash at our feet. I should quit my job and file for unemployment. Might as well enjoy the twenty-odd years we may or may not have left. …