It has recently dawned on me that I am not looking forward to anything in life. It is not that I do not have plans for the future — I am organised and plan thoroughly. The planning's just a habit combined with some inevitable accompaniments of human nature. I simply do not want to be in any one of the possible states of affairs I might end up in, not even the ones I am planning for and am supposedly working towards in my day-to-day proceedings. It isn't me who's working towards them, but some algorithm that's still running.
The alienation never lets up, if it ever could. I do not feel like I am in the world, if I ever were. Perhaps this is all nonsense.
The alienation never lets up, if it ever could. I do not feel like I am in the world, if I ever were. Perhaps this is all nonsense.
