It was easier when I knew certain things. Things about the world. Things about myself. It has all been taken away, the cruel fingertips of Lady Fate have fucked me. Hard. Rotten. Thoroughly. I am broken, I bleed, lost in an ineffable sea of wondering. What if? What is?

To answers to who? What? Where? When? Seems pointless now. My mind recedes to darker pastures where reality is raped and taken half away and yet I still must pay my taxes.