Life, death, none of it matters. As I sit here at my desk, combing over the day’s events. I cannot help but shudder in horror at what might have been. That ever so thin line between reality and mere fantasy. Oh how I long to walk along it, dangling over the endless sea of darkness.

My mind grows numb and my thoughts start to slow. Sleep overtakes me as I lose my balance and tumble down into the fathoms below. The cold water takes hold of me and carries me down into its depths. I try to scream as the tar fills my lungs, yet nothing escapes my mouth.

I suffocate on the blackness of my surroundings. Surrendering myself over to death is a relief in this moment. I gaze up at the moon and only see a dim light just barely piercing the depths of my prison. I am alone down here with the cold as my only comfort.

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That cold, unyielding, darkness keeps me safe. Safe, yes, I am safe here. Even as I drown I am safe here. I fall. You fall. We all fall. We all drown here, together in this bottomless abyss. All of us strangers, all of us friends. We are made one here, where the light fails to reach us.

All of us one, and one of us all. Anger, no, for that flame has died out long ago. Only cold apathy remains. It is she who keeps watch over me through these long nights. For existence is cold and uncaring to wretches like us. So let us return the favor and be cold and uncaring to one another. So that all may feel the pain and anger of one man. If one must suffer, then the whole must suffer as well. For if we all live together. So too must we all die together.

Join us, in the space between reality and madness, so that we may never be alone.