Slide Towards Oblivion

Each thing I show you is a piece of my own death. That is what life is, the constant fragmentation of oneself. The slide towards oblivion. It’s the unabridged story of my Death. Every moment I’m alive, every breath I take, each thought I have, and all the things I do are pieces of myself.

(Fragment of an Undisclosed Piece Of Writing with an Undetermined Title)

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