Life in freefall, in mid-2026.

Emotions are the most fickle of the ‘Human Condition’. They are all-consuming, powerful, and able to shift your cemented perspective of this otherwise simple world.

If you love them, love them. If you want them, want them. If you like them, like them.

I’ve been through the wringer of the impossibly intolerant game of feelings. To those with such an affliction as mine, one of unrequited limerance and attachment, not to fret. It shall pass, like all things in this god-forsaken planet.

My ailment has left me out-of-action, although shrouded by the ever-present crushing pressure of everything else.

So … what now?

This is the most important question to ever be posed to anyone.

The world and the inner systems of the universal clock are objective and certainly not abstract. Time is the one thing constantly in limited supply.

Time.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years.

Whether you believe it or not, you are in complete control of very little in this cynical cycle. You may control your mind, your reactions and what you choose to surround yourself with.

Why, oh why, do some of us subject ourselves to the surroundings ingrained in my mind, wired to keep us closed up, painfully sewn up and silenced. Mind manipulated and thoughts tangled and intertwined, no matter the decade of therapy needed to acknowledge this fact.

It is a well known fact that our psychology changes each second, each millisecond, each moment. New connections fire, develop, intertwine. You constantly shift, change and turn with the motions of our oceans. Do not resist. Those who do not swim with the tide will surely drown under the waves.

Remember, friends.

Time.

Time.

It’s constantly trickling, an invisible time keeper, keeping track on their abacus, deciding and ticking closer, and closer, and closer.

This is true – and no amount of religious affiliation or spiritual enlightenment will change this concrete illness. Whether today, whether tomorrow or never. The time comes for us all.

What shall you do with your finite time, when one does not know how much time we have left?

Do the purpose for which you were born to do, love.

Live.

In fact, I implore you to seek within your dirty heart’s desires and pursue all you wish. Realistically, no power in this universe can stop you from pursuing your heart’s most twisted wants. And yes, this may result in you losing everything you wanted – but it may open the door for you to see what you need.

In my circumstance, the world bombards me with pessimism, and the feeling of Hades himself grasping my weak ankles and dragging me down to my rightful underworld is hard to escape. As such, I have subjected myself to the slow descent.

I have no drachma to my simple name, but I wish to see the River Stixx.