“What is a thinker worth if he does not know how to escape from his own virtues occasionally? For he ought not to be only a moral being!”
—Daybreak, §510.

I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.