Post by theforgotten on Apr 24, 2019 11:51:54 GMT -5
“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
"Okay. So, we're at this house party, right?"
Three young men, inebriated, step out of a bar into the nighttime.
"Well, my dude is about to smash on this chick, but he can't find a rubber..."
"You got a lighter? Mine just died."
One of the men throws his lighter onto the ground, and another hands him one from his pants pocket. The first man nods, lighting his cigarette before handing it back.
"Thanks. My bad, keep going."
"You're good. So, anyways...he can't find a condom, but he looks over in the trash can and there's this rubber glove..."
"NO!"
"Yeah, from where they were cleaning out that cat's litter box. Still cat shit on it, cat litter, everything....well, the worst part is..."
"There's a worse part?"
"He still doesn't know which side was which! Like, he said he turned it inside out..."
The trio begins to walk away from the bar.
"Why didn't he just fuck her raw then?"
"Because that's totally not healthy or safe, bro..."
The group rounds the corner....and a bearded man stands where they just stood, hood covering his head and face. A couple strands of hair poke out, blowing in a small breeze. He looks over, saying nothing, towards the opposite direction. The man walks away, leaving the street empty for the moment.