“To slip into an abyss. The abyss. He couldn’t deny it anymore. His mind... jittered, now it quaked. The bloody thing had the bloody palsy. Keeping his thoughts still amongst all that squishy commotion had become tougher with every passing hour of every passing day. His hold on reality was loosening, in both there here and now and in that beautiful, painful, remembered past, loosening with each hour that ticked on by with no remorse.”
