What lays before you is a collection of dark desires from over the years. Hours spent shoving pixels around with human hands that struggle to find some way of life in this broken society, fragmented pieces for some kind of escape to slow down the inevitable.
Has this all been a waste of time? Maybe. It’s only borrowed after all, and this was how I chose to spend the time given to me. I can not say if this was a mistake or not, but for brief moments I found pleasure and satisfaction in my abilities.
We all need to eat, for it sustains us. And the weak are meat. I feel weak, exhausted, and at a loss for how to move forward. Can one keep living off of the ever-shrinking pile of scraps thrown down by the upper elite? Will we eat the rich, or eat each other?
As you linger in this space, know it is but an iceberg, or maybe an endless void. It is merely a sampling of what is out there, what was once, and what is forever lost to time.