When they arrived at the scene blood was already running down my cheek and
I knew my time was short and that I was about to die soon so I thought back about my sad short seventeen years spent on this earth and I thought hard about the ways I spent my time while still alive in a manner akin to being dead and with
a face of stone and while constantly plugged into the endless world of the
Internet and sinking into pointless fandoms and message boards as though
running, escaping from something just so very indescribable and running
into all the endless sounds of all the music I’ve pirated and bought
and past the rows of all the fictional characters on my wall and in my
shelf and I realised that what I had been running from was nothing but the
cold reality of my futile and pointless and meaningless existence
and the fact that someday, one day, I would still be dead no matter how much
I ran from the whole world.