what is the depth of misery other than to desire bad things and to get them?
No one wants to answer the biggest questions of our lives: the divergent ones, questions with no clear-cut answers, because I think sometimes people are scared to question what people think they know. It marks grounds for things that we might have never thought to speculate on, so we have no contextual clues to figure out a answer. We have to use our smarts. I think it’s a dumb way to approach the opportunity to understand how we live.
People fascinate me.