I am in a trough, emotionally.
Events this week and reading materials this week have enveloped me in an atmosphere of hopelessness futility. Any optimism held on to has been torn away by the realization that the end could be very near. The end of self for this individual from apparent circumstances (I only wish that I could ascribe my memories to hallucination) somehow stemming from choices already made, and, unrelated, the end of humanity as we know it due to its agricultural choices (from what I read).
Pointlessness does not lead to a sense of freedom.
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