Nonsense.

Can we all just be calm and honest. 

As inevitably it is all about nothing. And nothing is a big deal. But I am not allowed to say that since I have not experienced most of life. The difficult stuff. The bad, real bad. Frightening. Dangerous. Or just that responsibility bullshit.

It is all such freakin nonsense. And how do we not become absolute cynics? It is all so dry and stripped to the made up social construct. We can’t even get away from that. So stuck onto human shit.

Shit is all over the place. There is all kinds of shit. Human shit is one type. But there’s others. 

We are hopeless. But that’s cause we decided to hope for something. Why ever hope. And hope for what.

Is that the happiness thing. The whole love and happiness story. Yeah. And once we start that story it gets complicated. Ethics and aesthetics kick in. Culture and all that man made stuff that can be great if we don’t take it so freakin seriously. Sure we can follow it and learn from it. But, why hold onto it like it’s an object. It’s not. It’s not there. It’s all so mythological. Call it abstract if you wanna sound like an everyday philosopher. It’s there when it’s there and then it’s something else. And there are no one or two names for it. There are many many many…or there are none. Don't name it. Stop talking.

Nonsense.

Can we just hang out. Can we just go. Wherever. Anywhere. Walk with nonsence. But walk lightly so it’s not a deal at all, as it is not. And I don’t know if that’s when we become mindless animals or that’s when we reach our highest human transcendental state.

There’s not much we need. But that’s easy to say.

Goodnight darling. You are so sweet. But so what.

And I will say good morning to you tomorrow cause there is tomorrow. But so what. 

Anomy. Easy easy anomy. It’s nonsense.

And I love it. It’s great.