7:17 p.m. - 2015-12-19
I'm not even listening
Brisk evenings by the fire with a loyal companion nearby. Sounds pretty great, right? It's like s photograph though. Everything else can be so shitty and you can't tell from that one moment in the photograph. You can't tell how lonely and insignificant the subject of the picture really feels. All you know is the warmth of the fire and the picturesque scene playing out in your head. What does it matter anyway? If we're all alone and insignificant then none of us have a good reason to complain. Right?
