What measure of mortality remained in the morbid snow globe that I was trapped inside of? It felt heavy and daunting when I estimated. Much of me had given up on the ludicrous happy endings I often fabricated in my mind. The fantasy could never manifest, the dream always mutated into a nightmare halfway through. How much longer can the pain go on? How bad can life get? As I broke the threshold, the weight got heavier. My shoulders ached, my spine compressed, my intestines turned to worms; flailing inside like they’d been lit on fire. I had the feeling…
