/lit/ - Literature

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I am completely estranged and I revel in it. There's nothing else. I am left alone with my ideas which provide no comfort.
And even these ideas are paltry, half-baked and insufficient, only ever revealing my own biases and prejudicial attitudes the product of my environment and upbringing.
All things are insufficient. We are insufficient to ourselves. We cannot escape the smallness of our selves. Ants on the mound, proclaiming godhood, as the parcels we've accumulated slowly run out. The queen feeds on her followers