easy life

Two suddenly drunk men went for a walk. They didn't see where. They spoke not. Sometimes they sighed. After an hour one of them tried to speak. He opened his mouth (while turning his head towards his company that usually was his friend), but he knew that there was nothing to be said. Nothing was to say. Everything that was to say, that is nothing, had already been said. He knew that before he opened his mouth. But he wanted to say something, talk about something, anything. The few words that came to mind was so extremely banal that he couldn't possibly make himself say any of them. They weren't even meaningless. They were less than meaningless, less than nothing. The man became gravely irritated by his pitiful attempt to create a meaning and by his week need for company and to exchange empty words with another human being. He closed his mouth and turned his head back down. While watching the ground two feet in front of him, he let out a heavy sigh. Without the possibility to sigh, life wouldn't be very easy. In this scenario is the sigh, luckily, truly something that makes you passively aware that there is something outside of yourself that is the world and that has a purely physical dimension. But when the sigh is as empty as the words that came to this man's mind. Then what do you do?

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