On Hopelessness
On Hopelessness

Summary/Abstract: Sometimes I feel hopeless. I sit for hours on end and smoke one after another, the landscape slowly fades until it completely disappears and some different world appears before my eyes. Why have I chosen to live here? Would it be better somewhere else? Am I even capable of planning my life or do things just happen on their own? Am I the real owner of my own life?

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