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How was the Fall?

The fall was terrible. As i felt myself fall through the pit i wondered: “Is this my fate?” “To fall in despair?” “Endlessly thinking that might be a light at the bottom…” “Only to learn i’m just hallucinating in my unheard terror once again.” “The unheard terror of my reality.” It is an indescribable experience. To fall into the endless maudlininity of forgetting all you have ever known, all to falling. An oddly sad experience to leave, it is. I almost miss the simplicity of when i could not even describe time. Curiosity is unnecessary; a will to remove our fear of the unknown, to let us know the possible threat. It is a will to feel safe, to be prepared for anything and everything. And what do you do with it? You ask questions meaningless to your survival. “How did you do that in that game?” “Hey, can you teach me to use parsley in my cooking?” It’s all aimless. What binds us to such a feel of social requirement? A selfish requirement for us to be important. Why do we need to be important? We all want attention somewhere. We want to stop being ignored by others, to be able to defend yourself with the corpses of your “comrades”. The corpses of the “comrades” we all tried to use; to fight about who can maintain top standing in our deadlocked society. However, i must now preform my leave, for i have duties to preform as the gatekeeper of hell. Goodbye, for now.