[ ... ]
time passes
[ ... ]
in some sort of nod to linear narrative: 'I went to a war zone and fell down some stairs'
and then something happened. i was enveloped in warmth and floating for quite a while. and i wake up to find, once again, horrifyingly, what small fortune i've flushed down the toilet of my veins this time.
oh it wasn't meant to happen this way again...
well it was fun while it lasted.
now make a point of experiencing everything very carefully to discover exactly what those things were again, those little pleasures that are meant to make life worth living... observe carefully and pass no judgement... and hold on wherever you find something warm and beautiful... whenever you find a moment where monstrous empty futility or the darkness and horror is unable to touch you...
