When you get to know that the previous tragedy was way better than this current one, then you realize… you realize that… nothing. Nothing matters. Except tragedies.
There should be music. And dance. Yes, in tragedies.
Feeling nostalgic about the ex-tragedy is a tragedy in itself.
By the way, what’s not tragedy? You are a tragedy. Existence is a tragedy. Death is a tragedy too. That’s hypocrisy? And hypocrisy is a tragedy as well.
That’s all so tragic. Over and out!
