![]() ![]() I know you want to stay, sailing the blackest sea until the end of days.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Why else would you have come here, past the inner edge of the world?ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Do you even *know*? Or was it something deep down in the recesses of your subconscious that finally convinced you to let go? ![]() A lie to the world.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - But you don’t have to lie to me, brother. An endless loop of struggle and pain.ĭRAMA - A lie to yourself. Pretending that nothing is wrong.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Pretending that you *want* to go through the motions of the day-to-day, week-to-week, year-to-fucking-year. Becoming unwound as seams pull taut and tear, innards spilled out onto the street for all the chittering apes to see - and yet still you try to pick up the festering pieces and shove them back into their places within the menagerie. ![]() Every day you wake up from the quiet, passing through the world, touching and feeling and hurting and *breaking*. ![]() Not about this.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - But you *do*. But you can't accept that, can you?ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Tell me, Harry-boy. A lone entroponaut, floating away into a blissful inky expanse. For a heartbeat, for a lifetime.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - But it won’t *be* forever, will it?ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - You could be happy here, baby. A patchwork of scars upon scars washed from the sand. The dull aches that suffuse your body in the waking world - stitches and shrapnel and little pieces of rot - are quiet. LIMBIC SYSTEM - There is no form, no stress, no pain. A refuge from the crushing weight of the world pressing in just outside your skin.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Again, you return.ĪNCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Again-again-again, as you repeatedly dunk your head back into the cool waters that collect beneath your consciousness. ![]()
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