sometimes we wake up into a reality so horrifying that we are compelled to question the very foundation of the world we thought existed. the loss of justice is so grave, the deletion of humanity so complete that we must stand witness to the end of hope.

these essays are written for nobody. do not read them. as u did not see me, let them exist in the corner of this gutter, where i am content to write them. i seek no justice, no absolution, no attention, no love- i seek nothing. i accept- i am nothing.

the Fibonacci series, the most beautiful mathematic construct in nature, begins with 0. if u come after and needed company- then let this time capsule be here so you know, there was once somebody.

may u win more than i did. may i lose them all to show u the road not to take.