too often now i find myself writing the essay of evil. it gathers strength slowly; each word that place builds momentum. sadly, the movement of my essay is no longer a pondering glacier. it falls quickly and suddenly into a deep hole. that is where i am. i cannot exist this way for much longer. i do not know how deep this abyss is, but that is simply because it is not one which anyone has any desire to explore. A black hole welcomes visitors readily.
it's about time i built myself a spaceship.
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