Does anything at all mean anything to anyone anymore? Lately, it seems life is so inauthentic. I’m not sure why other people aren’t obsessed with this idea of authenticity, but madness is sure to follow anyone who does.
It’s like we’re running in circles, chasing our tails; everyone out to do nothing of personal value. Everyone’s feigned technologically constructed authentic personas seem to drive us further from each other. No one knows anyone anymore. No one does anything anymore. Nothing is of true value. Life is just life, another aspect of existence. Existence is nothing anymore.