Depth
September 24th, 2026
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I don't lack depth. I can find it and explore it at will, and I find it in unexpected places and moments. Yet, most of the time, I am surrounded by a miasma of the mundane and pedestrian. That’s life. That’s what we do — repetition after repetition of the same. There is entertainment as well, easy to find with a few clicks and a few bucks, no matter what is needed. That is not good enough for me. I do it anyway — the mundane and the entertainment, but there is always a nagging thought about something more. And more depth is just as available as easy entertainment, except excuses are just as easy. Usually I don't have to look far — tiredness is always a good reason not to do anything. Or to do something that doesn't require thinking. I know that mindless hours and evenings are a necessary interlude for a healthy life. There is no possibility of exploring the depths of human thoughts and creativity without going crazy. Maybe that is a solution? If I go crazy, would anybody notice? Maybe I would be no more than a weird or eccentric neighbor or acquaintance? Would it be any different from how I am perceived now? Besides, I don't care how I am perceived or thought of. So weirdness is an open possibility. And then, what exactly?
