As I gazed on skyscrapers limned in black, the words of a friend echoed in my thoughts:
“I think you’ve spent a lot of time exploring your personal darkness.”
My darkness? What a joke.
The bright daylight beats down on a world bustling with labor and pain, but it’s the velvet kiss of an empty sky that reveals the true futility of man.
Every night, billions of biological brains fuzz out into impotent unconsciousness. 60 million of them never wake. The rest rise the next morning as if nothing happened. Fools.
Your future extends in a glorious pageant of limitless possibility… and then constricts to a single, dimensionless point.
Your flesh will fail you. Perhaps slowly, diminishing you into nothing by imperceptible degrees. Perhaps in sharp, catastrophic agony. You and everyone you love.
You will molder in a box, alone and forgotten, until neither remnant nor trace of your brief existence remains.
You will die.
Those who remember this are better than those who do not.
Now live!