Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

With success comes a level of sadness. You think, ‘I’ll reach this goal, and then I’ll feel a sense of completeness, of wholeness. I’ll feel that I have accomplished something. I will see myself as a worthy man.’ And it doesn’t really exist.

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Too Much for Today

It’s all too sad. So little time to say hi.

To the editors, thank you. To the new and shiny ones, I look forward to seeing you on my dash.

To the absent souls, stop it.