I can’t care about getting ahead in the world because I know that I am going to die.
How does anyone care at all with that knowledge weighing on them?
One night, the idea that nothing matters must have snuck into my ear while I was asleep and fused with my bones,
becoming an extra layer of my anatomy.
It's so deeply engraved in me now that it's indistinguishable from the marrow and muscle that keep me upright.
I constantly hear people saying they wish they cared less about everything because it’s 'freeing.'
This isn't freeing; this isn't freedom.
To be a carcass is to watch your friends grow up and around you interested enough to observe them,
but detached enough not to do anything about it.
- Dorian D. 4:40am 7/25/24