Nothing in the world is harder than speaking the truth, and nothing easier than flattery.

– i think Dostoevsky??

i linger in one of the excerpts from the Pensées every now and then

I know not who put me into the world, nor what the world is, nor what I myself am. I am in terrible ignorance of everything. I know not what my body is, nor my senses, nor my soul, not even that part of me which thinks what I say, which reflects on all and on itself, and knows itself no more than the rest. I see those frightful spaces of the universe which surround me, and I find myself tied to one corner of this vast expanse, without knowing why I am put in this place rather than in another, nor why the short time which is given me to live is assigned to me at this point rather than at another of the whole eternity which was before me or which shall come after me. I see nothing but infinites on all sides, which surround me as an atom and as a shadow which endures only for an instant and returns no more. All I know is that I must soon die, but what I know least is this very death which I cannot escape

you're just a pawn after all

aight goodnightt 🚶

some niggas make a statement so trash even recycle bin refuses to store it. so quite on the frontal lobe. waste of nuts basically

*me to the statement i made pre 2026 (recurring yearly event in my defense)