Perhaps I should start by stating that everything your eyes stumble upon on this sad excuse of catharsis is pure garbage. Garbage as you know is info/data/whatever that’s been digested until there’s nothing left to it, it has finally reached its simplest form. The mind has already absorbed the good parts and ultimate clarity has been achieved… or at least that’s how I think it works.
That’s all. No point in sounding any more pretentious.
SOME REMORSE 