it's_all_a_game
I remember...death in the afternoon...
- Nov 7, 2020
- 356
Years ago, the world of fiction was the only thing keeping me alive. I loved 20th century literature & new wave music. Now, of course, my ctb date is approaching.
However, I still feel the occasional urge to not die, because of my love for various artistic works. For example, I like to collect obscure 12" singles. If I die soon, there's a ton I'll never get to hear. I know it doesn't really matter (I'm like the only one who cares about rare music from 1983 lol), but it still saddens me.
What REALLY annoys me, though, is all the real life junk I have to deal with. I'm tried of worrying about money, my crappy mom, nasty people, etc., which is why I'm ctb-ing in the first place. Which has led to the spectacular irony that real life makes want to die, whilst fiction (i.e., not real) makes me want to live.
However, I still feel the occasional urge to not die, because of my love for various artistic works. For example, I like to collect obscure 12" singles. If I die soon, there's a ton I'll never get to hear. I know it doesn't really matter (I'm like the only one who cares about rare music from 1983 lol), but it still saddens me.
What REALLY annoys me, though, is all the real life junk I have to deal with. I'm tried of worrying about money, my crappy mom, nasty people, etc., which is why I'm ctb-ing in the first place. Which has led to the spectacular irony that real life makes want to die, whilst fiction (i.e., not real) makes me want to live.