Nihilistic Zen...

Who I am... am I? I am?

The moments exist.
That they're not very important is in itself an unimportant observation maybe.

To be useful. Useful. Useful.

Fuck. It implies valuation.

So does living.

Fuck.

Inorganic granite pink.

The color of knuckles and concrete.

A naked eye. Some ragged claws.

Aware surviving unfair.

Do they sleep or not sleep?