i just imagine Machiavelli quite literally sittin on top of a hill with a notebook and pen in hands and just observing the world with no emotion on his part and scribbling away at what he sees. and he’s just like “fuck it, you guys don’t want me to be a part of you so i’ll just write whatever i see and think. fuck caring about being cynical or evaluating morals and motives. it just is what it is down there. that’s what i’m writing. that’s the only real moral you need to realize.”
i want to be like that. only, i don’t.
