I'm done.

[giorgioarmando]

Feeling neutral. Neither bad nor good. Just even. Logically, I'm done with this place. Like I've finished a meal and existence is a dirty plate just to be discarded. This is not a good place. Corporeal existence is not a good thing. When taken in totality, existence cannot ethically justify itself. Aesthetically, this place is rotten. All that is is like a cartoon version of Hell. Just from a neutral, logical point of observation, in tandem with my subjective whim, I'm just not interested in this place. Endless tasks only to die and for literally everything to be assimilated into a final darkness. The last mountains will crumble into every planet. Every planet will collapse into the nearest star. Every star will explode until there is nothing left. I've seen all I want to see. I'm done and I'm ready to leave. My only reprieve is the thought that the end is inevitable. Even eating is too cumbersome. It's all just so tiresome and worthless. Nothing is meaningful, not even meaning itself. That's it.