Subject D.

wow.

it’s the fourth one.

at this point i’d be repeating myself,

26 letters…no capitals…emotion…blah blah blah.

but now i look at myself and realize the emotion i’ve been showing.

the emotion you’ll never see.

everything i do is for a reason.

in fact, everything anyone does is for some reason.

it seems simple enough,

but doesn’t that mean that it’s impossible to do anything for no reason?

yet again i’m letting it flow,

the thoughts that plague me.

they haunt me,

like itinerant ravens around a corpse.

corpse?

why am i a corpse?

i’ve got so much to live for.

a job, a house, some friends,

all the usual shit.

you know,

the shit every person says they should have in order to be considered successful.

yeah.

that shit.

why did it become so generalized?

i mean, picture the scene.

you’re at a coffee shop,

somewhere in brooklyn or something.

you’re alone.

yet at the same time,

you aren’t.

your computer sits in front of you.

it’s a pretty average day.

you stare at the same website countless others are staring at.

it’s a strange feeling to look back at that.

that emptiness.

and we’re back.

to the same topic.

wow.