It's finally...over.Third and final volume of the "Subterranean Passage" trilogy. There comes a point in everyone's life when you just have to realize that the life you dreamed of living when you were younger and full of hope will never come to be - that the act of dreaming of something better is a foolish waste of time. At that point, you realize that the best years of your life are dead but you...you're still alive. Like some kind of zombie. (Only you don't get to do cool things like eat brains and hang out at the Mall all day.) It's easy to deny a realization like that, and you periodically need to be reminded that you are, in fact, nothing more than the inheritor of that earlier you's manifold failures.
But after months of torturing yourself with endless "what-ifs" and desperately trying to recapture even the faintest spark of vanished glory, simply shrugging and saying, "That's it, I'm done" can be an incredibly liberating experience. Much more liberating, in fact, than putting a bullet in your head or anyone else's. Sounds like: Coil, Lustmord, Wilt, giving up. |
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