summer nights.

a collective place for me and all my friends to work. they will want a recording studio. I will want an art studio type space. concrete floors like a warehouse. big windows. space.

but I want all of us to be able to create there together.

I just got out of the most bullshit meeting at my job, and I was thinking about just how much of my life will be spent at my job. Eight and a half hours will be spent at work everyday. A little over an hour will be spent driving to and from work. Plus or minus eight hours will be spent sleeping. So much of my life will be spent doing things I don’t want to do or don’t give a shit about. What’s even the point? 

Truly, what is the point of living this life if so much of it will be spent doing things I don’t want to do, things that don’t bring me happiness. But why would happiness be the point of life if it’s fleeting? And after we’re dead, all that happiness that we worked so hard for means nothing. What really is our purpose? Are we truly improving anything by being alive on this earth? Not really. Maybe our reason for living is to be remembered. But after all humans are gone, who will remember us?

Isn’t it strange that even when faced with no real reason for existing, we still push forward with our lives and try to accomplish things. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die. I just want to know if there is a reason for humanity’s existence. 

I know that social media isn’t truthful and that real life isn’t all sunsets and kissing in the rain. It’s driving to work on the freeway everyday and going to bed early and spending your sunday doing laundry.