It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.
If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.
I am a giant squid of anger.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers