It is never accidental that we find ourselves living and dying.

We do all we can to ignore death. Ever claiming that we don’t belong.

— On the day it can no longer be ignored you will bargain,
bargain in abstraction a bargain that cannot be made.

You are obliged to ink long dried; your name signed with first breath.
There is but one way out; to give up your name, to submit to your destroyer, your creator, your master and maker. Admit you have no victory you can construct.