5:30, wake up, shower, shave, grab a bite and start the day. Middle cla**, affluent raised, reinforce that I'm OK, but then morning fog lifts and media enters the brain. In a world of senseless pain, my privilege feels profane. Overwhelmed by what I see heightens my anxiety, as I sit behind my desk on a quest for meaning
This existential crisis weighs like gravity. And sanity is hard to find when missing your peace of mind
Punch the clock, caffeinate, model employee, never late. Blank stare into the screen, contemplate infinity, quasi-intellectual, borderline insanity. Check my watch. It's only 8:00. The light's stuck on and I can't escape. Check the news. What do I see? A million more in agony! How much of this can I take? Talk genocide on my lunch break! The search for more. This endless chore. Can you help me find what I've been searching for? The greatest minds haven't helped me Sartra, Camu, Kant, or Nietzche. Provide no new clarity. Lost in the haze, A Minotaur's maze, my ideas become tautologically inane. The repetition gets exhausting. Its time to medicate