There is no joy and no happiness in the future.

But perhaps, in some ways, it’s the other way around.

The poet’s naming is still the index of the “absent.”

Someone else is charged because they threw a lemon.

The dead will not go away despite our best efforts.

I guess my answer is a rousing "It depends."

I don't understand people who like to work and talk about it like it was some sort of goddamn duty.

But I could never deal with a sugar daddy.

Therefore I am unhappy and it is neither my fault nor that of life.