Don’t let the absurdism of life detract from your ability to grab it by the ear and fuck it in the face.
Does anybody do anything real these days? Everyone’s in on a scam or creating something nobody really needs to sell to people who are too stupid to care or notice. Whatever happened to just being real? Why aren’t we content to just be middle class?
Non-linear stories? Multiple endings? No loading times? It’s called life on earth. Life need not be a story, but it does need to be an adventure.
By the age of twenty, you know you’re not going to be a rock star. By twenty-five, you know you’re not going to be a dentist. And by thirty, darkness starts moving in - you wonder if you’re ever going to be fulfilled. By thirty-five, you know, basically, what you’re going to be doing for the rest of your life, and you become resigned to your fate