Today’s transmission comes to you from the very end of my world, a twilight greyed by storm clouds above and ashes at our feet. I’m standing at the edge with my arms around a man I do not love, because if I let him go, he falls, and I cannot allow that because I think I might be responsible for all of this.
I want to turn back. I want to run away from the edge of Hell and hide where there’s others to protect me. Really, I already should be long gone – but responsibility is a funny thing like that. As is Solipsism.
The world I’m in right now is a dangerous, terrifying place and it’s been… hard. To say the least. There’s always light, always lightning, jagged and bright and beautiful, but it’s hard to tear your eyes away from this chaos for those split-seconds of awe-inspiring splendor.
Needless to say, there are many things going on. Keep waiting.