The angst is not against the society, against the country or against the world. It’s not against God, Satan, and any specific non existent member of any one of all the world’s various pantheons. It is not against an ideology that isn’t working or a revolution that is yet to come.
Not against leaders who don’t or a system which isn’t. Not against the population that has decreased the worth of each individual. Not against the rat race that you are forced into, or even the fucking rats that are always ready to take you out. Not against the stifling life and death that (amazingly enough) isn’t liberating but “cowardly”. It is not even… not even… against ourselves.
The angst is against the fact that we are not all we aspire to be, and we blame different things because we cannot fucking do anything else about it.
[Is Id wrong?]
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