Dont you all miss the days that you were trying to hide the smell of cigarrete so noone can find out that you smoke? Miss the days that you were making fun of the distant future paranoia , something that was never supposed to happen. Something far and terrifying yet so confusing and lustful. Noone its all gone , all your soft (maybe not) past is toppled leaving behind only the dust of the present. Trying to make your way through the ruins and concrete. Blood and iron. But after all that suffering you start to think of the exit; An attractive solution to end all misery by your very own blood. You hurt to not hurt in other words; You kill to not kill , utilize all the damn means to bring down the monster you fed with your own paranoia and pain.

But of course that is never enough. You have to move to less conventional solutions to keep yourself from collapsing into nothing and thats where the real fun begins..and it will begin. Auf wiedersehen Obscura-01