I've been thinking for a long time why this repository exists in the first place.
If I am a ghost and these are my thoughts, what does it matter if they're here or in the echos of my mind?
A lonely, surreptious, eerie, theme park for the fatigued, tenacious, anachronistic, archaic souls.
Well, I'm not here to help anyone.
I'm not here to amuse anyone.
If you are DPR, it doesn't matter.
If you harass, ridiculize me, it doesn't matter.
If you like me, want to pay me, want to meet me, it doesn't matter.
And, obviously, it's not nihilism.
Inside, lives a tornado of words, and it yells to get out.
In here, I'm forced to organize and summarize it.
It's my only organ where coherence can exist.
May it please your tongue, be served.