u/SmartBoi-2619

When I introspect and retrospect at my life, I often find myself overwhelmed by certain memories, to the point where they begin to consume my thoughts. It's as if I become lost in a labyrinth full of them, the unscrupulous moments, the near misses, the times when I reduced my own morals and ethics to nothing more than abominations, all viewed through the distorted lens of a Kafkaesque worldview. These scenes replay in my mind like an old cassette tape caught in a dodgy DVD player. I feel like a spectator beholding a simulation of my own life knowing the inevitable outcome is failure. Yet I still pour my energy into it, trying to force a different ending, even if it means scraping the barrel for any hint of happiness in those flawed memories. In the present, however, I dismiss these mental simulations as mere futilities. I've found a better alternative, one that requires far less effort: I simply hit the hay and slip into a world where the mind's noise fades into nothingness.