A Maudlin Little Cry.

In the end, when it comes down to it, we are alone. No one can hold your hand into oblivion. A brain scanned at the moment of death is astonishing. The matter, the energy is sucked out hungrily by an unfathomable force.

The force of eternal solitude.

It's true what Conrad said. "We live as we dream; alone."

Sometimes I feel like Crooked Finger from Antonia's Line.