The world spins on, indifferent to our little dramas. Today I found myself contemplating how even the most tragic of stories eventually become someone else's entertainment. How delightful it is to be both the storyteller and the tragic hero... though I must admit, I've always preferred the latter role. The beauty of despair has a certain poetic charm that happiness simply cannot match.

Ah, but don't mind me - just the usual existential musings of someone who appreciates the aesthetics of suffering a bit too much. ✨