>>14394224This came from one of the first anti-lazy threads. Pretty sure they're done for good now. And I haven't cried in 25 years, but I came close. It's just grief. Grief at everything lost. Grief at every time you know you were stupid and lost. Grief at every time you did what you had to and lost more. Grief at every door now closed forever. Grief for every locked door you know will never open. It's the horror of being, dude.
I have backyard rabbits. Everyone does these days. Except those with huge dogs, which seems like more and more all the time. I put food out, and they're wild, but they come up and get it, and they'll let me get close and occasionally come up on the deck when I'm there. You get to recognise one or two, and they recognise you too. And they get comfortable. I'm in a built-up area, and judging by the tracks in the yard, a fucking coyote snuck in and got the little dude I watched grow up last year. This area used to be lower middle class. Now everything pretends to be luxury and there's no wild areas, just 1.3 million dollar hideous boxes full of Asian criminals. And they hide inside, because they're running from their crimes. So it's this dead, silent tomb full of absconded crooks living under self-imposed house arrest, with so little life that coyotes are now prowling the streets. How the fuck did life get so cold, dude? Everyone's gone. Everyone. And you look at these little drawings and you imagine connecting with the soul who made them, and you won't, and the grief hits. No, you're not alone dude. Although we're all alone.
