Just now I was looking at the stars for a while and now there is this existential dread deep inside me that I just do not understand anything about reality anymore.
Let's assume I'm made of everything that's somewhere in the entire universe then where did it all come from? Was it always there? If not then what it the origin of everything and why does it start to exist? It feels like I'll never be able to find that answer and it scares me to admit being limited to have just human knowledge and abilities that aren't enough to comprehend what's going on around me.
Who's actually looking at western "first world" soocieties these days and comes to the conclusion that it's an example they want to follow?
A large part of the west is now islamified and people aren't even talking about it anymore since the refugee "crisis" began in 2015. I mean, looking back 20 years these changes seem crazy. You only experience western culture in movies from the distant past endlessly repeated on tv.
Your frenly shut-in / NEET that occasionally gets depressed and is tired of life. [ EN | GER ]
Out of touch with society and the new normal I dwell in the past, thinking about memories of better days when everything made more sense.
I'll post whatever is on my mind or seems interesting enough to share. Feel free to interact with me.
Interests:
Blender 3D modeling, digital art, bicycle racing, space, scifi, weeb shit, synthesizers, HiFi, VGM/BGM music, imageboard culture, banter and politics.