The nihilist philosopher.

In a city where the people paid no attention to each other or the world and simply passed their days without thinking. The philosopher was sitting in the corner of the small and humble room. You thought so deeply that you felt you had reached the end of the world. Now you see nothing but emptiness. Your mind is filled with gray smoke and everything has faded away.

And now deep in your heart, you want this world to be destroyed. If everything is going to be so meaningless, why should it even exist at all?