Poppin in my ear plugs and going to the range, life is so empty, I hate death, death is the devil. Death is the enemy. Need to take my mind off being alone. The range helps with that. Even though I'm still alone, I don't feel so alone. I imagine echoes of the past, I imagine other beings who were my ancestors that heard this exact same rapport...and I feel less alone. If one were to make light of the situation to lessen the tension one might say, I am become destroyer of cans. But levity feels inappropriate right now. And that makes me even angrier. I will vent my anger on those god damn cans. I miss you, kin kin, I will miss you forever, because you are gone, you are not supposed to be gone, you had done everything right and you were kind. And now I will blow away these cans because I cannot blow away death, I cannot kill the reaper, no matter how much he deserves it./vent