3rd April, 2024
the sun is scorching, these last days, even though it is still April. i am scared to even speculate what the summer will be like. last summer, traffic lights were melting at noon-time. roads were bursting tyres due to overheated asphalt. my heart was bursting too. with sorrow.
but i remain. we remain. we endure.
worst thing? i am not sure if motivation is any more possible. even probable. in any shape or form. i am not sure if it is burn-out syndrome even. i think it is ennui vitae in its purest form. you grow to be so deeply disillusioned, beyond depressed, and so utterly demotivated, that you can't even care to care about stuff, any stuff.
there is zero motivation in generations that come. there is no motivation to even learn how to read and write. regress is a mild way to put it; i think it is rather a de-evolution.
we have to deal with the profane, and the vulgar, and the illiterate every day. and we can't even begin to care to care.
but we endure. we tolerate and excuse. we bear.
i am waiting for the boiling point to be reached, and it will be soon.
i am waiting for the point of no return. full deconstruction.
a clean slate is forever needed, if mankind is to start again.
woe is us, we who are living in interesting times. in interim times between epochs.
