Old and tired. Nothing’s worth anything. It never is. It never was. Who cares? What matters?
Inexperienced and with the entire world to look forward to, with ideals in the heart, and what can you offer in return, oh Sea?
Oh Sybil, you need to die.
Sisyphus, whom the Gods mock, mocks the Gods and what? And whom? And why?
And the rocks watch – impassive, disinterested.
And so I sit and follow management/self-help practices and write my first ever list of pros and cons.
Bhumika's Boudoir 
And what about suicide? That is what the book is about. That fella Camus … he wrote something linking Sisyphus with suicide.
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