Dear Heather,
When one has finally and absolutely seen the world, and its miserable inhabitants for what it is like Antoine Roquentin did in Sartre's Nausea and realizes that it is all totally meaningless and absurd, what is there left to do? Scream? Shout? Cry? Or, simply chill out and drink more Belgian beer?
Signed,
Rez
When one has finally and absolutely seen the world, and its miserable inhabitants for what it is like Antoine Roquentin did in Sartre's Nausea and realizes that it is all totally meaningless and absurd, what is there left to do? Scream? Shout? Cry? Or, simply chill out and drink more Belgian beer?
Signed,
Rez
Dear Rez,
That is the question for the ages. It is natural to go for the default diversion, but maybe better to simply breathe into the acceptance of an imperfect world, and, if that doesn't work, return to the default, aforementioned activities.
Sincerely,
Heather
That is the question for the ages. It is natural to go for the default diversion, but maybe better to simply breathe into the acceptance of an imperfect world, and, if that doesn't work, return to the default, aforementioned activities.
Sincerely,
Heather
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