The conversation is just a vessel for me to verbalise my own thoughts, not to share. Other people’s existential horror means nothing to me. It’s just a story, something to agree with and understand on an intellectual level. The only horror that really matters is my own.
Most people tend to brush death off with tired and ignorant cliches, I sometime stumble upon the chance to converse with another terrified human. And it happens all over again.
2 comments:
I enjoy reading your posts. They are so, fulfilling :)
Ah shucks :) Are you the same anonymous from the other comment post?
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