Pink Ball wrote:Imagine being so empty as to enjoy watching Selbo play.
The emptiness I feel haunts me. Emptiness and unrest at the world that envelopes me.
Our existence is based solely on the ever-fleeting present. Essentially, therefore, it has to
take the form of continual motion without there ever being any possibility of our finding
the rest after which we are always striving. It is the same as a man running downhill, who
falls if he tries to stop, and it is only by his continuing to run on that he keeps on his legs;
it is like a pole balanced on one’s finger-tips, or like a planet that would fall into its sun as
soon as it stopped hurrying onwards. Hence unrest is the type of existence.
Watching Selby gives me some respite from the melancholy of existing in this black teardrop of a world.