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What can
I say about myself that others will not say in time?
(Yes, we are back to those monkeys again.)
In truth I am my favorite subject, but to put down in print one
particular version is a temptation too great to resist...
| Who? | I'm a white middle-class male with an oxbridge education. |
| Where? | The big smoke. |
| What? | A man in a grey suit. |
I would go on but
I have depressed myself enough already.
Existential angst is a recurring theme in my life, and your
questions have
reminded me of some words of wise Omar on the subject.
What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
And, without asking, whither hurried hence!
Another and another Cup to drown
The Memory of this Impertinence!
That's me - a nihilist seeking distraction from the inevitable
heat death of
the universe.
Don't feel sorry for me though, my biggest problem is the
conflict between
my disgust at the world and my terminally happy disposition.
An optimist with nothing to look forward to.
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