I'm... the bad guy? ... When did that happen...?

How, then? How does a person's core rot? When does the wine turn into vinegar? I will not explain it to you, but I will say that however it happens, it is a slow, quiet thing. Like a damaged roof left unattended – it looks fine when it isn't raining, and it gets worse over time. You do not wake up one day to decide that you are rotten, you wake up one day to REALIZE it. Just like that, and then it's over, man. When it rains - you've been weak, so very weak.

Today I was sitting in a classroom chair and unintentionally thought of something. I thought that Life is a cosmically bitter, fat giantess whose features we can't entirely grasp, for we are but tiny little insects living in Her shadow.