
Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 103
To a life that promises me nothing and delivers nothing, I rectify my total disregard and detachment. Being alive here is not a pleasant experience, nor necessary, nor important. There is no cosmic meaning that culminated in my existence -- I simply exist without logic or purpose. In the same apathy and indifference with which I was conceived by life, I realize when I glimpse death. After all, it was just an inexcusable futility, don't you agree?