Lovely art drawn by the absolutely phenomenal  Juicy-Juicy

At this point the idea is so overplayed and burnt out for modern day audiences there is no way to hit this subject without being meta 4th wall of being so niche as to almost point someone specifically out. Well not that it is meant for anyone but me in the end it's my own existentialism which ironically only to me I hardly even know if I use correctly in context. So if you read into this just know that if you pull anything from it I would be fairly surprised because I can't even make something out of it and I am the one sitting here writing this and making myself as uncomfortable as possible so I don't keep deleting and retyping all night long trying to be more than I am. It's hard to say what's at the end of this one too, some sort of inability to fit in metaphor. Maybe a connection to avoiding problems or using dissociative efforts as a form of escapism from the fear of nothing. I like to think my point here is that this whole trash heap I think makes no sense and it doesn't have to, like most moments such as this the mind is full of absolute chaos and havoc. But at the end most of us pick up the pieces, we fit the puzzle back together and move on. Wipe the tears off our eyes blow our noses into a paper towel in the bathroom and walk out like it's all normal. For most of the time we pretend to be normal and under that 20% chance it isn't we simply exists while silence blares our conscious. Man this sucks, but so does all this so hey cheers for tonight, I'll regret in the morning cause I always do!