Life is a bottomless pit. You swirl and twirl into darkness. Directionless, mindfucked, you scratch around for a grip on the loose mud. Wet dirt splashes all over your face, settles on your fingernails, blinds your eye. It chokes you, mocks you, knocks you unconscious. Trapped inside, unable to push away your worries, kick away your sorrows. Then you see the entire wave of humanity falling, and you feel satisfied for having found company. You lick your wounds. Life goes on. And you keep falling.