For a time, I was living under the impression that in the Nine Inch Nails’ album Broken there is a song where Trent Reznor sings: “Happiness is slavery”. Right until the point when I went to look for an accurate transcript of the lyrics when I found out it is actually “Happiness in slavery”. This…
Oh, what could you do, if only you had a strong will. Or rather, what could you not do?
What’s the point?
Well… That is a depressing question? Who, in a clear mind, would ask that? This simple question is one way ticket to depression. What is the point of me, getting up in the morning? What is the point of me eating lunch every day? What is the point of living this life?