Elevator Music?

It's been a flurry of a week. Mostly centered around the fact that we had an English essay (on a farewell to arms by heminway) coming up and suddenly everyone was questioning the meaning of life.

To have 150 people having existentialist thoughts at the same time? And panicking? Best thing I have seen this month.

It's cool because it means,I'm never the only one who asks the questions(am i brave? do i need to be? better to have love and lost or simply pass the wine bottle?why do anything if i'm going to die? will my death mean anything? do i want my death to mean anything? why do math if my life is a small blip in the entire scheme of the universe?) and when forced to answer them everyone is just as confused as squashed bananas on spaghetti.

And then you get gems like

on existentialism

(10:40 PM) jess:i just wish hemingwya would fucking say it differently

(10:40 PM) jess: i mean its better if itachi says it

(10:41 PM) jess: cause he has an eyeball that lights shit up in black FLAMES
but hemingway just

(10:41 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: he just kills himself. in the rain.

(10:41 PM) jess: writes

yeah man

and just like

retells dailogue like
"no"

"yes"
"okay"
"no actually"
"you're sweet"

(10:41 PM) jess: "oh darling"
"lets fuck"
"pregnant?"
"do i feel trapped? no"

(10:42 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: oh wow
a farewell to arms in 5 secs

(10:42 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: well done

(10:42 PM) jess: wait
its not finished
"what you had the baby?"
"alive?"
"oh dead"
"catherine...?"
"oh "

(10:42 PM) jess: "dead aswell"

(10:43 PM) jess: "ill walk back in the rain now"

And the best part, it's all true, we didn't need an entire book of walking and sublime run-on sentences to tell us that.

Hemingway? screw you.