Tintypographer
I am done as of 4-21-2023. Somewhere I am no more
- Apr 29, 2020
- 470
I just spin into the concern that nothing matters. That's a stupid statement and part of millions of songs and platitudes and concerns. But as a carbon based pain collector with zero desire to interact with others, a feeling that no one will care what I do or have done in a century let alone a thousand years, I just keep realizing nothing matters. I'm tired all the time, mo ey doesn't matter whether you have it or not, all jobs are based first on minimizing risk and second on whatever you're supposed to be doing which is always short lived. People have agendas and I can see that and in reality none of it matters. I struggle with depression but even that doesn't matter. My health doesn't matter, not even my family's health matters in the long run. I didn't ask to be born and didn't ask to be who I am whether I am a child of privilege or not nothing matters. You can enjoy a cool spring day but it could also be 100 degrees F and in a drosught or 20.degrees F and a snowstorm. The only difference is the time you happen to occupy that spot. Society doesn't care. Society creates rules to further itself. You can't be happy unless you reframe your existence to be happy, happiness only comes from perspective and my brain chooses to obly measure in the probability of whether something will be important in a minimum of 500 years
