I am a redundant human being.

In more ways than one.

This world has become unbearably selfish.

But the only ways to escape it, are to be unbearably selfish.

All of Dante’s horrors appear a heavenly respite.

On entering there, one can abandon all hope.

Hope, in futility, may be the cruelest emotion of all.




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