At the end of the day, I take comfort in recognizing that no one knows me, and that both my contributions and my cringe will be erased from the shore of civilization by the tides of time. I’m not famous, not smart, not special, not a pedophile in charge of the country, I’m just nobody, and that gives me all the power I would ever want.
At the end of the day, I take comfort in recognizing that no one knows me, and that both my contributions and my cringe will be erased from the shore of civilization by the tides of time. I’m not famous, not smart, not special, not a pedophile in charge of the country, I’m just nobody, and that gives me all the power I would ever want.
Epicureanism, in a nutshell