The Bad Philosopher

The bad philosopher

For years I have tried to make sense of my surroundings, until I realized there really are no surroundings to make sense of: just feelings that pervade our minds and allow us to see places we think we know.

What are we? What do we want? What do we need?

I too cannot answer this question; nonetheless, the bad philosophies I ink as my mind tries to draw conclusive spirals about the endless anxieties the world greets her with. I hope the bad philosophies I call my own will unlock some of the hidden questions your mind is yet to birth.

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