bleeker beaker…

Pandemic Laments

My depression is deeper

than yours.

My existentialism is darker.

You have Kierkegaard.

I have Sartre.

My nihilism is bleakest.

I can’t imagine Sisyphus happy.

“I, quite unexceptionally, distrust the publishing marketplace as saying anything about a person’s capacity to produce useful work; meritocracy is as cruel an ideology in these places as any.”

— Jos Charles

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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