Bad News Travels Fast

The last time I read Nietzsche
was two and a half years ago
while I was spending the weekend
in California
sleeping in a pantry/closet
at my family’s beach house.

It was Zarathustra.
I was drunk.

I’d just learned earlier in the day
that the cause of my Father’s recent health problems
was a cancerous tumor in his lungs.

The next morning
I woke up to discover
that the hook on the metal eagle
which I wore around my necklace
had broken.

Everything breaks.
Everything dies.
Everything is a mystery.

How’s that
for some heavy heady
existential nihilism
before the final
hammer eventually drops?

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.