I cannot deal with all this shit. But it’s here, among us.
I see a lot of solipsism around me. I’m even one of them and I do not know what’s the deal with it. I’m fucking glad and unhappy at the same time. Sometimes it’s difficult to behave in the right way.
As the poet said:
I could shave the hair off my ass, and walk down the street on my hands, and it wouldn’t impress anybody. Just another asshole walking around.