Worthless Nights

Most of my days have consisted of occupying myself with shit like this lately, and trying to study. Five days left.

One.

Insect Politics

I am undecided as to whether this is a decent into madness or an ascension to perfect clarity. Viewing passersby as respiring organic material, mere bundles of blood and viscera loosely held together by weak flesh. Empty vessels almost as soulless as me. Discarded sense of empathy like a sheaf of molted skin cast upon the ground. Hatred, fear and digust remain the only emotions accessible. I am Brundlefly.

One.