I was just thinking as I was looking at Found Photos

It struck me that in the various states of malaise I've encountered during what seems a lifetime since May, that I get the impression that we are all doomed. Nihlism in it's furthest expression is that all is naught and all we feel accounts for something is ultimately wasted.
I'm looking through the various pictures and meditating on some. Thinking about the frame of their life that lead up to the one captured and the immediately following it. Somehow I get the impression that I know where all these lives are leading. Yet I try to muster hope in a very "fuck you" fashion. We tried damnit. We've tried a lot of different ways of leading a human life. We've ended and began life in just as many fashions. We've loved and lost and fucked to feel free and if that wasn't good enough...to hell with whatever cosmic force decided that back to the void I go in the end.
At least we tried.