I like standing here, here at the end of all things, alone. I don’t have anyone beside me, I don’t have anything on me save for this teddy bear I salvaged from the burning wreckage of my house. It was my daughter’s. She’s dead. As is my wife and my dog. Honestly, I thought I would feel a little sad but I don’t. I feel free. Does that make me sick? I don’t know. Most people get too morbid when they’re talking about the endings of things but me? I’m the silver lining guy who’ll look for that white line on the horizon even if it’s the middle of the night.
I like standing here, here at the end of all things, alone.
New beginnings and all that shit.