Only a moment before, it was all fine. A moment after, I see the tail end of myself rush down the abyss with the rest of me. Imagine a quivering hole in your guts, and pull at one loose thread of your three pound brain down that hole, faster until friction melts away your stomach lining, faster as your brain-thread bumps along the charred edges, faster until you are left with a gutted chassis where echoes cease to return. It's senseless horror.
