The world feels drained of wonder. I feel as if anything a person would do, no matter how wonderful or terrible, would be completely predictable. Every story I've heard I've heard a thousand times, and something feels very unsettled in my soul. Working excites me, simple satisfaction excites me. Yet the world does not excite me, nor even interest me. Everything I could possibly see I've seen before. But none the less I persist. I still believe in the simple power of the human will. Through the monotony of my different days i find the strength in normality. I take pride in humanity who day after day are able to wake up and survive this mess, and every once and a while, I glimpse around the curtain and wonder at those who are truly living.