So I've 'roamed the Earth', hahaha!
Like those dinosaurs once did, like all the other meatbags of this planet.
There was something about seeing my shadow on the dusty road. Shadow - something of a person, but not a person really, just a hint, something that's going to disappear into the darkness. Just like us, actually. So what are we but the specks of dust.
It was a beautiful weather as for November. +14C, thanks to the Flying Spaghetti Monster for the global warming ;) So I went to the park for a walk and to read some books.
Idyllic place that park. Vast, huge trees, different roads, benches, squarrels, birds and ... the monument to the thousands of slaughtered and burried there Jews.
Some people express the thought that places with such history shouldn't be used as recreational areas today. I understand where they're coming from, but what they seem to refuse to admit is that the whole place is soaked with blood, full of flesh and bones, depends on how far in the history you want to go. Wars, wars, wars...
Today is not much different, right? From what I hear on the news the war may resume in Ukraine soon, or maybe in spring, according to other predictions. But fuck that topic.
I know all of this is pointless, but the problem arises when it all really feels pointless. Like in this short story buy the great guy, Guy de Maupassant :)
"Everything repeats itself endlessly. The way in which I put my key in the lock, the place where I always find my matches, the first object which meets my eye when I enter the room, make me feel like jumping out of the window and putting an end to those monotonous events from which we can never escape."
No, I'm not planning on ending my life yet. What? It shouldn't sound so unusual this 'yet'. I think people should be in control at least of their death seeing how their birth was an event they were a powerless victim of. Lives end, that's what they do. But they either end gruesomely, slowly and agonizingly or swifter and at the time of the person's choosing. Disgusts me that the majority keeps sweeping this topic under the rug. I've seen my grandparents slowly degenerating, I've seen other elderly people, and at no point did their existence seemed like something I should want to experience. Oh well, fuck this topic too.
There were some trees in the abovementioned park. Numbered. Only 4 of them. Idunno what that means, guess it's for convenience: "Hey, meet me under the pine tree #4 at noon!"
This was my short gloomy update. Think I'm gonna go do my jewelry and watch the latest Planet of the Apes and eat like a pig because who cares how I look anyway. Maybe less stupid trolls will be stalking me online if I look like a pig.)))