The point is to sit there expressionless when inside your head you're screaming. But why? Is there even a why? Does there need to be a why?
It's madness. Life itself is madness. It makes us crazy & we want it & we hate it & we rue the necessity of it & it's just nuts. This mindless stumbling along the paths, seeking... what? Love, money, redemption? Do we ever find any of it? Does any of it last? Does it really matter, in the end? Is there a point to this running around? Should I care?
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