Q

Is to age to become so utterly, disgustingly trite? I am bored, bored, and BORED to near death by my boring preoccupations and thoughts. I do not want to think about: housing, children, and health.

I want to think about the immaterial, the fantastical, and the madness that is in every infinitesimal gap of every material thing.

I no longer want to be enraptured by these gormless pixels that so easily tell me what to do, think, buy, and say.

I am SICK of it. I want to be ridiculous.