Well, just spent a half hour or so looking at the sky and the stars. Thinking about how insignificant I am compared to the expanse of space and the endlessness of time...and yet I go to a job I hate that sucks my soul out bit by bit, so that I don't starve on the street. And I'm desperately wondering what's the fucking point?
A hundred years from now, I won't even be a memory let alone a thought. We're all just working ourselves to death and waiting to die.
























