It doesn't matter how BAD things (and right now they're indeed pretty fucking bad), there is something, I don't know what, that makes me laugh in such a dumb way. It may be some side effect of adrenaline rushing through my body at the prospect of my own destruction, but it might be deeper than that. I believe, I know that despite the endless streams of shit I have to traverse through, even if every tide humiliates me and breaks my illusions, there is some ground I thread on, there is something objectively certain I, paradoxically, cannot conceptualise. I like to imagine it as a Swastika that spins eternally somewhere and everywhere, gathering and sowing the flow of things in its circular motion, powering the world, a thing responsible for the miracle of going to sleep and waking up the next day. Yeah... I only have to let the pain pass through me, it's as simple as that...