{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} :: Resisting Mind-Fuckery

I find it extremely surprising that I’m still breathing. After the kind of primordial darkness that I have witnessed it makes my mind boggle when I face the fact that I’m still around. Why? I mean ,why do I still continue to exist ? It is merely the strong animal instinct that continues to drag me forward. A graveyard is a safer place compared to a mall. The shades would let you be. Men, never.

Sometimes I think that I could write and write and write and never get tired. Of course, that is taradiddle . I am made of blood, flesh and sinew. I am a biological machine that gets tired. That needs to sleep and eat. Being alive is a job that is exceedingly tiring. Tired to breathing. If my blood could speak, it would say- I’m tired of flowing.

Billions upon billions of human beings have lived and died-what did it all achieve? Achievement is a word that is hollow. More, it is a word of abuse. Where are all the ghosts of the people who are no more? Their ghosts smile now. After a lifetime of torment, now, they smile. What would the human race achieve if it were to colonise Mars? Why, we would be able to establish graveyards there!