Look on down from the bridge. in anticlimatic

I’ve been hitting the Mazzy Star a little too hard this week. Something about it just pairs so well with winter; that empty, echoing, deadness. Could be because the particularly memorable winter of my 19th year was the season I discovered the band in the first place. Who cares.

Bit of nihilism as of late. Work is a struggle. Things that I was excited to do now fill me with a dull dread. I need to reclaim myself from this morass I have willingly wandered into. Some kind of house cleaning, though the thought of putting any effort or meaning into anything makes me feel tired.

Entropy continues apace. My people get crazier. The world continues to unravel. Where do we go now but nowhere?