It is most unsettling not to know your purpose for being. Even more so,
I think, when you cannot find purpose in society. No real purpose for
breathing, no real purpose for society's dreaming.I tried to swim but
I was too cold, I kept looking for something to hang on to. There were
answers, floating on the surface, I tried to grab them, but they kept bobbing away.

And then I started to sink.

There was nothing to be done, I drifted towards the abyss, I felt
numb, I had to let it go. I tasted darkness and heard the almost
silent silence.

I woke up, something had crept in. I started laughing and got back to work and all the things I love. Sinister soundscapes with a sense of humour, the chair of Hades welcomes you :)