There’s a sort of spinning in my head right now. Nothing is in focus; nothing has meaning for long. But I can see light somewhere; then again, there are also spots of darkness. They intermingle with one another, playing off of the weakness they spot in their opposite.

But you’re focused on something more obscene than that. There’s a little bit of time before you have to explain everything. Let’s make the most of it? Please? A tidal wave of tears will wash us away one day, and it will leave us cold in open air, naked and broken.

In this chill, they will cry for us; they will beg us to relent, but we will not. Strong and absolute, we will approach, our torches held up high, the fire light illuminating the grotesque masks our faces have become.

‘Adorn us with a new hope!’ they will cry.

And we will laugh in their faces.