no know. forget that. make-believe.
that thing you want doesn't exist, and neither can you make it.
you're fucked any which way, if the most to be aspired to is 'not depressed'. hippie bullshit, you're nothing but alone, undifferentiated. you've arrived! at blasé and unspecial. congratufuckinglations, it's all shit from here.
it's all so ugly and plain, just as it is. all these planets are dead, never-alive, or just in it to get by with the treasures long gone, worthless, outmoded.
you just overwhelm, and no one wants to *deal with that* that, nowadays mmmk? who actually cares anyway? glimpses? nah, just burnoff and garbage fires.
cheers, fuckers. let's all get laid, boring our cold bored selves into the cold bored ground. at least nothing is a sure thing.
