Living without the Crutch of False Hope

There's no lesson here

The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch, 1510

There is no beauty in the death of hope. I don’t care what Camus says. I’ve been clawing at the hollow cave of meaning for weeks, looking for even the faintest crack. What once were fingernails are now raw stubs. When my head collapses into my hands, as has happened each day, blood smears my templ…