This isn't me being depressive. Just contemplative.

"...This is a real time philosophy question. The kitten's in this box, definitely gonna die at some moment, and Manual Cunt asks if it may as well be called dead already, technically, unless somebody's there to see it alive, to know it exists'
'Wouldn't it be easier just to stomp on the fucken kitten?'
'It's not about wasting the kitten, asshole' You can tick Jesus off real easy these days. His logic got all serious.
'What's the fucken point, Jeez?'
He frowns and answers real slowly, digging each word out with a shovel. 'That if things don't happen unless you see them happening- do they still happen if you know they're gonna- but don't tell nobody...?'
As the words reach my ears, the mausoleum shapes of Martirio High School slam into view through the trees. A bitty chill like a worm burrows through me"
- Vernon God Little, by DBC Pierre