june 2 2024

I read a story about a Dutch woman who dies by assisted suicide. She said the pain of living is too great.

She’s right. In a way. Of course.

The pain of this life is colossal, it towers over and covers everything. A shadow mirror. A heavy veil. My deepest sympathies are with those who decide that they’ve had enough. It really is too much sometimes. How valiant an effort for a person to just go on living, anyway.

I want so much to say that it’s all worth it in the end but I’m not even half way through this bitch. I don’t know anything.