what's the point?

many things are temporary: thoughts, material things, even that MacBook that’s built like a tank. temporary as they are, none hurt like the most temporary of them all, life.

it’s crazy! as humans, we’re most sure of one thing, life as we know it will come to an end. yet something so temporary leaves you with the most permanent pain, grief.

what’s the point? what’s the point? what’s the point?

you spend your whole life building connections, making friends, leaving a mark, only to end up hurting them when you die.

what a conundrum. 🫠

rest easy 🕊️ Eni Bam Bam ^‘18 🕊️ Toyen Bobo ^‘24 🕊️ Alhaja ^‘26 🕊️ UncleL ^‘26

it still doesn’t make sense. maybe i’ll wake up one day and it finally will.