I take the whole thing as an absurd joke. What i want out of life is an end to bullshit. I want to burn away the trivialities in my life and leave the essentials, the good and wholesome things, things felt and communicated naturally and honestly.
This is the task of increasing numbers of people.
I come remember from solitude and frenzy. My pride and constant companion: mortality.
The present tense becomes the past. I like becomes he liked. The fear of being forgotten. To love becomes to have loved. and so on.
Hence the endless recurrence of the same hideous traps, that despite myself i fall into.