Big joke

This world is pointless and yet all my life I’ve been encouraged to figure it out relentlessly. Existence is nothing but a big joke, I realised this back in the old salad days, sitting on the outside of my humble grandmother’s house, after incredibly hot and dry summer days which only southern Portugal can provide, looking at the transitioning sky from day to night, thinking about all the nonsense… I get mad mainly because there’s nothing to be gained, it’s a losing game, no matter how much figuring out I go through.