Depression

What's the point? We all sit here on a giant lump of rock thundering around the universe at thousands of miles per hour, as a negligable speck amidst an endless black, a vast nothingness. We squander what little time we have busying ourselves with the mundane, doomed to be forgotten come the imminent day of our inevitable death. We all try our best to leave a mark, to make that tiny difference, but the second we shut our eyes and depart to the beyond, our place will be filled by another drone, another poor soul who will work hard to be lost amid the plague to this planet that our race is fast becoming. Still, at least we have YouTube.

See also

• Depression (as in the economical sense)