We Spread

The tragedy of life isn't that the end comes. That's the gift. Without an end, there's nothing. There's no meaning. Do you see?

What's the most terrifying thing? Growing old? Loneliness? Growing old alone? Growing old and turning into a mushroom.... alone? I love this author, so much is open to interpretation. Everything is weird and slightly off kilter, every piece of fluff means something. Just so beautiful, terrifying and emotionally devastating. Everyone will feel different after reading this and some people will hate it. Who wants to live forever? I fucking don't. Right, I'm off to listen to some Carpenters.