My struggle with my various terminal illnesses has been rather laborious and exhausting lately - removing most of the day through just pure exhaustion. All of these symptoms have worsened as of late, and strange events have seemingly interjected clear warnings of what's to come. However, as I explore these changes and events, I surprisingly find myself in a quite different outcome than what I expected...

I came to a horrific realization lately. I'm dealing with depression (can't imagine why). But what is depression exactly? Is it a hopeless, relentless abyss? Is it a means to improve oneself? Is it useful in any way whatsoever? And most of all, how can it be overcome? I look at all of these questions, among others, in this podcast, and strangely find a source of joy embedded within depression itself, if its managed the appropriate way.

I had a recent discussion with my hospice social worker, wherein the discussion provided a catalyst to me framing my views on the banal of popular culture and general decline of cognition and language skills in society. These incredibly simple (tongue in cheek) topics are pieced together within this podcast, which, incidentally, seems to be the only thing I can do in response to this blight on society.