Travelogue MARCH 28

Gonna delete my facebook again as I think it’s a complete waste of time (saving some posts first in case I need this stuff later).
You can reach me here if you need to: markus.nylund@me.com
(although I am considering deleting all my email addresses too and just basically deleting everything so nobody knows where I am)
I am very passionate about deleting things. It feels good. Some people eat cake or drink wine or go visit prostitutes or do bicep curls. I delete shit.
What’s next for me?
I have no fucking idea. I think I will go into the mountains or jungles or something and just leave all my stuff behind. I have lost interest in anything the world has to offer me. I accidentally cut off my beard yesterday, it was a big mistake and terrible tragedy. Please prey for my beard to come back quick. We all miss you.
I might just keep this account active because sometimes I like to message people and talk to some interesting people I have met or have virtual facebook sex with caged virgins and it feels good to get validated with a new profile photo or like and feels like a hit of a really strong drug. BOOM.
I was scrolling through the newsfeed and I think you are all really lost in disneyland, telling yourself that THIS is happiness when I know you are lying to yourself. It breaks my heart that you don’t know that yet. You attach onto things like love, music, veganism, even god or psychedelics or a coldplay concert or someone’s fucking birthday. I mean really? After all these years of evolution and we are still at “happy birthday”.
I can’t…
Ugh…
Just can’t do this anymore.
Sorry guys. And girls.
I just….
Can’t.
Do.
It.
Anymore.
And please don’t send me a message asking “are you ok?”
I fucking hate that.
Be creative, at least.
Anyways, I love you all…
I see God in everything… even my shitty humor.
But only when we are in the moment. When all I hear is click clack click clack and see these magical letters appearing on this glass screen with lights and colors.
What the hell is going on.
Traffic outside.
I might change my mind.
Who knows.
Here’s to one last bender.
Raise your heavenly glasses to the ashes.
You are loved.