there is a devil inside all of us. a tiny fire flickering in the corner of our hearts. it kindles itself on stray memories and the hopes and dreams we cast aside at the turning of our age. whispering from the deep. negative emotions are at best a persnickety thing. they lurk at the edges of your soul, waiting for a chance to creep in and creep in they will.
there is no greater truth than this: all that has ever lived will die. in the face of this apocalyptic truth, this armageddon meteor sized intrusion into the comparative bucolic, how do you get out of bed in the morning? how do you not shit yourself in mortal terror? god, but it’s chaos out there. our pale blue marble sailing through the infinite emptiness. more dark matter than you can shake a stick at.