Trillions of different shadows proffered to my tortured humanity. The void truly does stare back. I-
Let's start from the start. If you think you're losing in some form or fashion you must be winning. Luss, as Oy would say, don't let that big gurgling bug in the darkness behind you trick you into thinking that there's no more light in front of you to find...
That's true, I know. Yet where's solace when you hear the king's voice?
Fuck. I'm a spook. How did that happen, eh? When exactly was it that I couldn't face my own reflection? Why is it that my soul is like two mirrors facing one another?
For some reason I guess it was just meant.
Thanks. So helpful. Oh yes.