rot.

while waiting for the train on a teeming platform today, i realise why i'll never want to live beyond the year.
humanity and its decay repulses, its offensive festering odour of neglect, its pitiful state of disrepair and atrophy, its gradual but inevitable breakdown of every possible bodily function till one becomes no better than a wilting fern.
why wait till then? why must human suffering plague us even at our weakest and most vulnerable. it makes absolutely no sense to hang on. socrates was spot on about euthanasia for the aged and infirm. a life without dignity or quality is a life not worth living.

my resolve to go stems deeper each day.

namaste.