treatise on existentialism

perhaps even more apropos because today, ingmar bergman died. the seventh seal and wild strawberries both very influential in my early understanding on how one negotiates the absence of god and the mortality of the self.
as i've grown into my twenties, maybe i've become overly consumed by the meaningful/less-ness of these idealogies. i did find myself reading way too much kiergegaard last year and re-opened NAUSEA earlier last month.
these things are likely cyclical. i used to be really enthusiastic about COMMUNITY! and SAVING THE UNIVERSE! before i became utterly self-absorbed and self-conscious like i was 14 fucking years old all over again. R.I.P. altruism & ingmar bergman