Part of me wants to simply let that title hang there, with nothing below it. Not a word. Not a picture.
The truth though, is that I haven’t even seen past the heavy greyish fog that normally covers the Abyss in the first place. The wind has been moving a bit more that usual as of late, which has allowed me what seems like a weak glimpse here and there.
I think I’ve seen something. I excel at being foolish.
Death is twenty feet away from any given individual on a good day. When the following day takes you inside of ten feet, the tendency is to assume you’ve gleaned what it might be like to be inches away. This isn’t true. You haven’t learned anything. That heavy greyish fog goes almost all the way down.