Baby

Sometimes nothing is interesting and you have to go along with this.

Everything you see, feel, taste, hear, say is devoid of meaning.

Rummaging through past pleasures brings no comfort; no memory can be summoned that will save you.

Wherever you are is either indistinct or radioactive, and each environment is toxic in its own way.

Sleeping, you want to be awake and awake you want to be sleeping.

And if you go along with this, with what is happening with you, as you must if you are honorable, which is that nothing is happening, nothing has happened, nothing will happen, nothing will happen and happen and happen, then and only then you may be surprised.