only return to this site when i have bullshit existential epiphanies, perhaps its just electricity, but
i had this thought and it recalled me back in time somehow and here i am, that
it has to be our greatest curse and the real, true downside of the human condition that we, inevitably, desensitize ourselves by way of living to all the wonderful things around us in some way or another and grow to appreciate less and less.
i know that sounds dour, but really it has to be a positive thing because identifying a problem is (almost always or most likely) the first
step in solving it, amirite?