#existential rage

i didn’t want enlightenment. i didn’t want to heal the world. i didn’t want a job title.

I'm the kind of enraged about being born that if I could figure out how to make the entire universe as we know it into a ball of twine to punt around for daring to bring me into existence I would.

Full of post-work existential rage again, full moon is not helping

It’s just a reminder that even doing something like this you might have the opportunity to open up to someone else. There’s always that chance to do that. You know, we put up screens and that’s great sometimes. But, there’s often times that other opportunities of like “what are you about?” or “how did that make you feel?” We’re living together in this world, you know...