well, not anymore, I guess.

Good thing they think about everyone.

yetadi bugunga

Bunaqa ketishda kanaldagilaniyam depressiyaga tushurib qo'yaman.

Uxlela, будет лучший день, без суеты, без потерь)

Kalitim tushib ketdi 🥲

Everything is pointless.

Saying everything is pointless and unimportant, then writing about it every time, would essentially be self-contradictory, because writing is also pointless.

You see, in order to cure or prevent or deal with an illness, doctors sometimes inject a compound that contains parts of what caused the disease, it is to let the body develop immunity towards the disease.

The driving force that makes the body develop immunity against a disease is a part of what caused the disease in the first place.

And the same with meaninglessness and pointlessness of everything. If you see it as a disease, writing about it is a way of the "doctor", the mind, to deal with the problem.

I've been all against pseudo-scientific medical methods based on homeopathy, where you treat "like with like", but in this case it seems to work.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. Whatever I say is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

The driving force that makes me continue to live, to work, to feel and to write is the awareness that living, working, feeling and writing is pointless.

Sometimes, exposure to the ailment is part of the treatment.

#thoughts

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