This is where the joy lives this uselessness is what I am intrinsically All of it is ridiculous nonsensical I am foolish to imprint meaning essentiality is impossible even if I can perceive all of the infinite dimensions which I am part of I still will be a piece of this all a wondrous junkyard of meaningless potentiality others I respect in this parade somehow my uselessness in no way cancels out this respect nor does it offer a malignant licence to destroy others A useless machine by Jean Tinguely
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October 2024
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