Honestly, I just don’t care.

I am a monkey, I live on a rock, in the middle of an infinite empty space, that none of the smartest monkeys on this rock can figure out.

I am part of a species that has spent its entire history killing itself in the most horrifying and ghastly ways for the most benign reasons that the greatest war approaches us and everybody is so accepting.

The planet I live on is slowly becoming inhabitable to point where the thought of kids is pointless. And banks have used to many money glitches that currency across the globe is going into hyperinflation.

I really really cannot illustrate how much I do not give a fuck about the cadence of written words in that small space of relief I get from the inevitable destruction looming in a completely absurd and pointless existence.