In a world where the fabric of space-time is woven from the threads of our collective existential dread, it's no wonder that humans are constantly beset on all sides by the crushing weight of their own inconvenience.
— The Inconvenience of Being a Human, Chapter 7: The Inevitable Futility of Self-Improvement
As we navigate the labyrinthine corridors of our own minds, we find ourselves confronted with the Sisyphean task of self-improvement. Like the mythic figure of Sisyphus, who toils eternally to push his boulder up the mountain, only to have it roll back down, so too do we toil to better ourselves, only to find that our efforts are for naught.
Appendix IX: The Inevitability of Sunday Blues offers a more...relatable take on the subject.
Or, if you're feeling particularly optimistic, you might prefer Appendix X: The Phantom of Optimism.