Senseless noise washes up against me; surf that accumulates from an endless sea of ceaseless dribble. I don’t know whether to despair or just succumb to apathy. Searching for a connection, a link that lets me know I’m really here.

Why do we do it? Why do we play the never-ending game? Are we horses at the circuit chasing after the unreachable apple? We play to lose. If not, we lose before ever beginning the game. How dare any superficial ignoramus named “human being” call another superficial?

I bicker and bitch, knowing in truth that bitterness is just the residue left from constant loss at the endless game. I am sickened by my bitterness, but revel in the fact that apathy is held at bay by it. I’d rather ride the roller coaster of elation and deprecation endlessly, than be smashed against the flat-line automatons preach about.

Senseless dribble….