sometimes the clearest way to see the future is to longingly gaze into the past

sometimes to see the past clearly you must be faced with an epic doom to shake the cobwebs of sentimentality

sometimes anything you do is just going to make things worse

or worse than that

anything you do makes nothing any different at all thus revealing the intricate machinations of an indifferent cosmos that exists on entropy

slowly consuming itself in the feeble motions of one not entirely in control of oneself

instead of engaging in the inherent contradictions of a wholly flawed system of systemic abuse

maybe read a book

it won’t halt the end of all things

but if the tennis ball was a barometer

it doesn’t matter

does it