What Fools These Mortals Be
I think it's a fine thing to riff on Shakespeare. Given my daily headache and my deplorable conditions, I find it quite fitting
to ponder life's myriad indignities. What a mess I've made out of what should've been a fine life, with no way out that I can see, other than Hamlet's classic conundrum. He never did answer his own question, because the right answer is so depressing. Meanwhile I have no one to turn to, no one to help me salvage the ruins of my life and discover the treasure that lies within.
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