Amour

There is no dignity in life. Everything we do is a futile attempt to avoid this knowledge. We dance, or listen to music, or get drunk or high because it makes us feel briefly immortal. We build monuments, give speeches, form governments, create rituals, profess faiths to convince ourselves something bigger exists. We stare at screens so we don’t have to look at reality. And we watch movies, those soothing two-hour daydreams in which the chaos of existence is beaten back, time and again, by purpose and resolution.