So empty, so dull, full of nothingness, demagogues surrounding us. Truth or lies, isn’t that the everlasting question? When sacrificing your soul has become an everyday routine. Creating your own destruction, slowly molding and fixing the rough edges, till it is complete. Then you proceed to stare at it and say, “take me away, Scotty.” Let me feel the pain no longer, life has lost all of its content.
I have read all the chapters, I have seen the glossary. I can no longer stand to see any definitions, for the words are meaningless and are no longer attractive. I guess, solitude will now and forever be my constant savior.
