When I think I can't fall any deeper — I do. I always surprise myself how deep the hole is. The rabbit hole. Physical and mental emptiness even stopped being nauseating; being on the bring of nothingness is nirvanic. I mean, it doesn't feel bad anymore. I can handle twelve-hour work shifts without barking at people around me. I can handle my diminishing and almost illusory private life, too. Maybe I lack sleep — buy hey, that's what keeps me going.
Maybe if they started selling soma, I'd be the happiest man alive.
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