In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.

Humanity is a spectator sport. God is the spectator.

I was still asleep; distracted in my idyll with
death. She wouldn’t let me go… my lover… my
accomplice into nothingness. The Night… who was the lover of the darkness, lover of the nothingness, lover of the death, lover of mine! Meanwhile the eternity, my other lover, was waiting for me in the end…

It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..

We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us