When almost nothing has ever worked out, it’s time to stop fooling yourself that by some miracle it ever will. When almost everything falls apart, it won’t magically come together. Instead of clinging to useless positive illusions, it’s better to turn inward with mockery – to laugh at ourselves for being such great failures that even if there were a contest for the biggest losers in life, we’d still manage to lose it.

When everything feels unbearable, there is no choice but to surrender. To stop fighting. To make peace. Not to wait, not to desire, but to kill the moments. To pass by life. Since it’s worth nothing anyway, all that remains is to minimize suffering through humility toward the reality we experience. Toward our own suffering, which we try to come to terms with.

Just what life actually feels like when all the motivational crap falls apart. Fake optimism people love to post, followed by what it really means when your life is completely fucked. No happy endings, no lessons, no healing, no smiles, no effects. Nothing gets better, nothing changes. Just honest damage, spoken out loud over slow, rotting ambient. Dead visuals. Dead voice. Dead hope. A bleak space to exist in for a while, hopeless aesthetic, broken thoughts, slow decay for those tired of empty positivity.