the law of diminshing returns states if one production is increased while all others are held constant invariably the increased output will lessen

therefore i postulate the more one seeks something, the less likely that thing is to appear

by dedicating myself to the search for intangibles and barely recognizing the real world i find myself in the region of both being impossible

thus the output of writing has to be halved in order to find the reality i have locked myself away from

making the writing now the valuable commodity

or

this slip and slide of broken glass i carelessly careen down with reckless abandon

the full throttle towards the edge of a cliff

i cut the brakes in an effort to reduce mass and increase velocity

closed my eyes as the blindfold was cinched

i am my own diminshing return

less than what was previously predicted

setting the low end of the curve upon which all others will be graded

an inexplicable knack for snatching tragedy from the jaws of triumph

setting goals at sea level while diving the deeper depths

an urban planner with poor management skills and the lack of rudimentary math

if only the production of sorrow would diminish as well

seems the law is not applicable to all facets of life

basic economics is powerless in the face of entropic demise

it’s all going to end well, because well, it is all going to end

so there’s that at least

casual nihilism for the most redundant of jesters