May 2, 2020
Has the end come at last? Is this how the world will end, with just a ‘no connection found’ message to a handshake? As I drift away into space without the cord of habit and history connecting me to my previous life, I approach an abyss so cold and blunt, a brutal and unrelenting nothingness. There is no sound, not even silence; there is just no-one there when I call and I realise all this time that I have been making the advances, I have invented what never really existed. The warmth and life I felt flowed only from me.