after 30 yrs of constant ego commentary, the voice in my head has finally run out of things to say.
and there's no better time than the present (pun fully intended). i've stated everything approximately one thousand different ways. in the end, it's just pure redundancy. the incessant white noise through self-talk is officially done - dead horse beaten to a pulp. every iteration of repeating the same bullshit over & over is exhausted to its nth degree.
thinking & talking hold no interest for me any longer. writing remains my only true mode of communication...has been for a while. hyper-analyzing everything in 20 different ways achieves nothing, either.
god, i've spent the better part of half a century involved in useless discourse w/an imaginary ego self.
how stupid does this make me?
pretty fucking dumb.
that is all.
