who am I?

Let’s talk about existentialism, post-apocalypse, cats, philosophy, and psychology. Who are we and what are we doing on this ATROCIOUS planet.

I didn’t know how to answer this god awful question. It is our burden to think of this, but why tho? Why are we humans burdened with finding something to complete and define our existence? Well, that I don’t know. Actually, I do, but it’s an another blog post.

I found myself answering the question of my own existence while reading The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.