I don't know what to write about anymore, because nothing is interesting and the proverbial corridor of emotional nullity still stretches into infinity (nothing about this has changed), disappearing into a point so dense with melancholy that its idea collapses into itself over and over again. The perpetuity of action within inaction is strange and horrifying because it destabilizes our paradigms of experience. The idea of permanent solitude and stasis is terrifying, and yet it's something that I have to confront.
BTW I'm in this video:
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