Smoke & Mirrors

Oh what a wonderful emotion that is apathy, everything tastes gray. Apathy, and Despair are probably the two most important drivers in my life. I consider the two as instrumental in the formation of interesting thought, a bleak mind is an expansive mind (but of course). I've never been one to glance at a picture of a flower; and then proceed to excrement-cannon rainbows in the form of shitty poems. If happiness is an ideal, it's probably too static to grab my interests; joy is a time waster.

Sadness and apathy often provide profound statements, and are radical in terms of change. Nothing delves deeper into the human experience than sadness, or grand apathy. So many levels exist to such a state of emotion, I believe more-so than that of the levels of joy. Art is done best when it's done through a pane of despair, a lack of love, or a hollow center. Raw like the steak I enjoy, this Art leaves a fantastic impact.

"Oh! so you're a nihilist, does it hurt do be such a universal cock-block?", Yes, it does; profoundly and on a level that no pony-riding rainbow machine could ever wave a cuddle-alert at. Things can mean something for myself, but this does not mean that it matters for anything, or anyone else. I enjoy my own insignificance, if anything, nihilism brings excruciating meaning to one's life. How deeply something stupid can matter to me is quite amazing (while remaining completely stupid to others, or in a larger "meaning"), and beautiful.

Creativity is at a peak in sadness, and perspective can shift drastically in apathy.

Don't cry for me Argentina, I'm doing quite well.