Day 016


Apr 01 2024. Monday. SF.

A few days after the Christmas of 1888…

Nietzsche collapsed in the streets of Turin, Italy.

He recovered for only a few days,

had enough sense and energy to write a few letters,

all strange but beautiful.

sketch portrait of nietzsche by somebody.

Then darkness came.

It extinguished his thoughts,

his creativity, and his passion.

Perhaps he burnt himself out.

Perhaps he thought and suffered no more.

Would he do it all again, if he had the chance?

They say history is filled with lessons.

But no matter how I look at it,

it's filled with more regrets than anything.

And looking forwards or backwards,

it's all with the same lens.

Or are we all just —— the blind leading the blind?