Yesterday I realized something important. Something I forgot when my depression first began. While watching some documentary about desert elephants of Namibia I suddenly remembered - hey, I am an animal too, a god damn monkey! This may sound stupid, but it allows to see myself and the world in a bit different light... Monkeys... Sick crazy monkeys. And I am one of them, at least on the outside. It's absurd. It's insane. The elephants just roam the desert and they are satisfied with that. And yet this monkey brain is never satisfied. Is never still. Never has enough. Always hungers for things... Yells, screams, kicks, punches, cuts in frustration at all times. Right now I am pondering the absurdity of it all...