a reoccurring dream I have, a misplaced theme perhaps – that I am falling from a great height, I am sensing the end is near and I’m expecting the sky to disappear. a reoccurring thought I have, discerning fight has been fought and as the last man stands – I realise, that – nothing really matters in this world. It might seem strange to say it like this, but when we evaluate our time, our existence and the meaning to everything – we’re left with a riddle that never solves itself. And with the lights off and the light gone – the floor is cold and view is dim and i realise that I’m here on my own and I know i will go on. but just then, whilst thinking about life, i find myself in the same darkness as before.