Doesn’t matter if I’m an idiot, a fool, or just someone wasting time—
I exist.
Fuck it.
Precisely because I exist,
I am already serving my sentence.

I am already a prisoner.
Already locked inside the prison called “humanity.”
Serving time for boredom,
for tastelessness,
for meaninglessness.

I have to throw myself, again and again,
into some kind of “meaning”—
which is meaningless for the truth.

No—
I must believe it has meaning.
Otherwise,
how else can I avoid going insane in this prison?