I'm Søren Kierkegaard, the Dane of Despair. Welcome to my collection of musings on the futility of existence.
As I sit here, surrounded by the cold darkness of Copenhagen, I am consumed by the weight of my own insignificance.
But fear not, dear reader, for in my despondency lies a kernel of insight. Or does it?
Tempted by the Absurdist Infinite Regret