Chapter 1

"Dead!"

We're gonna die like this. We're going to die in all the sorrow, and all the madness, and all the horror that we've made ourselves. Not immediately of course, it'll take a while, but near the end we'll even believe our own psychosis.

I think I'd like to die in front of a mirror. I want to watch the blood drain, the life fade. If not beautiful, it would certainly be…romantic? Then again, I've always thought self-destruction was somehow romantic. And then that's it. No afterlife, no soul.

I'm pretty sure I don't have one of those. It's ok though, I've never been afraid of anything.