"here i drown in artificial light, in a cluttered room, which has never really felt like mine. and outside, the sun is rising which i know by feeling, not by sight. i stare straight ahead and i feel time passing. its time to move out of this life and into the old. and i try to fight it, i try to adapt, i try to ignore the impending departure. this chronic insomnia; nothing but a pathetic revolt against inevitability. while i know my time here ends, your journey continues. were it only so that we could alter these facts. usually one has a choice but here we can't do a thing. for once, all we can blame is circumstance."
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