Being alive is not alright: this simple not encapsulated the temerity of thinking better than any platitude about the tragic nobility of a life characterized by a surfeit of suffering, frustration and self-deceit; There is no nature worth revering or rejoining; there is no self to be re-enthroned as captain of its own fate; there is no future worth working towards or hoping for.
Life... is malignantly useless."
What do you do when you are depressed?
You go and read Ligotti.
Because Of course.
Why Not...
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