I think I used to believe I lived in a time and place full of people who believed in elevating the human condition.
I forget why I believed that.
But now being human just feels a constant parade of disappointment, marshalled by dissolute goblins, begging me to just give up and sink into distraction and anti-humanism and debauchery.
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The Psalms are a comfort.
Touch the grass homie, clown world is a radio with a broken volume dial. It constantly needs to be turned down.