Wave goodbye to all of the things you used to loathe and cherished about the old life, nothing is the same anymore. For footsteps I’ve taken reverberate an entirely different hold on reality – as time quickly slips away more and more. I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about all the things that have changed since that time, it all seems to come to me in waves. The darkened nights I spent on these corners, whilst seemingly alone during those times, is nothing compared to the immense sense of silence and isolation that is felt on these very same, crumbling corners in these moments. All this time reality has been breaking, I was just too blind then to see it. For when nightfall’s came and encapsulated in into it’s own darkness full of wonder, I had only imaged where it could lead me, what it could bring me – and all the things that could possibly follow.
But as I walk these darkened and cold streets like once before, whilst awaiting to bask in the blood of this ever-slowly, dying sun – I am not noticed as I once was, I am no longer perceived in the same way as I had once been. These is an etching about this all that has now begun to settle in, something that screams of exhaustion, collapse – something that reeks of oblivion. Unlike then, I refuse to be oblivious to all the forces that are soon to come, for the ever-lingering presence of the fruition of these final fates still weight heavily over me, my shaken and fragmented mind is now pinned down beneath the heft of it all, and this evolution that has inevitably begun to take place. The end of it all shall start and end right here, in this very society that though now shifted, morphed, and arranged in almost a way so unfamiliar from what I used to know – was once a place of refuge following the age of exile. But now, in a time that dies, in these moments where a fractured reality abandons us all – a new age of exile awaits to be born.
