If someone would just explain how the world worked to me, nice and square, I think I would be fine. The problem is I don't have anybody like that. The closest thing I have are dead authors, nothing but echos. I feel alone, and I don't know what to do. I don't know what is bigger than the world, space is empty and distant, the world is the biggest thing I know, and it doesn't care about me. I could die and the world would not pay its respects. I can move, but not like I used to. My resources are dwindling. I'm grasping in the dark. Hoping only to find someone stronger, who believes what I believe. I haven't found one yet. Except the dead authors.