salmon and the soul

Hello. I sit here eating a tin of salmon. I doubt anyone will read this ever, I'm just another lonely soul sending my words in a bottle into a vast digital sea, I just wrote some e-mails to the university's financial departments, they sound pretty pathetic yet they are true and I doubt the people can help me anyhow.

So lonely and feel like nobody cares. I should be working on my dissertation and all, should not be here, typing this.

I'm sure I'll never amount to anything or do anything of note worthiness like most people. I'll just die sooner of later, nothing really matters in the end. I think people seek entertainment to take their minds off their own inevitable end, better to watch TV and not think than to be honest with yourself. I wonder if other mammals feel like me or if this is more of a human thing. Animals know what death is, but I wonder if they know it will happen to them. Why are we here on this planet in this world? It’s all so strange, we really don't know anything about the world that matters for sure, we can only guess. We can shape the universe through our own understanding of it;

Oh well, I should go work...