The Struggle

This post seems to be about a lot of existential frustration brought on by physical problems that I cannot seem to overcome. A lot of the stuff here will probably be way over your head, as I am now reading this over and a lot of this does seem to go over mine as well. So, I guess I just want to say this is how I write about my frustrations…

The Discovery of the Sense of Self

Oh boy, I must say this is something else. This is about various ideas of the sense of self and the discovery of human identity. Sort of. This is the sort of stuff that comes to mind when one ruminates in a room, while voiding one’s rheum, to oneself, late nights, sniffing charcoal from a [...]

How To Wake Up in the Morning

There’s something inherently depressing about the idea that life is completely meaningless, thus readers will find this post to be possibly quite depressing for the same reason why looking at people on the train can be possibly quite depressing.