This is the thought that has always terrified me; to live, to be so filled with ambition, to suffer, to weep, to struggle, and, at the end, oblivion! oblivion! As if I had never existed.
This is Pixel: To live, to be so filled
with the one building, to suffer from your
mood — to struggle and at the preachers
rage! Waves or particles, as if thought had