THE DESTRUCTION OF ONESELF BEGINS AT END OF HOPE. NO LIFE, NO MOVEMENT. UTTER CONFUSION. MYSTERIES AND GREATEST FEARS BECOME A REALITY WHICH IS INESCAPABLE. DISTORTED COLORS, FAINT SOUNDS, BLURRED VISION. YOU HAVE FOUND WHAT YOU HAVE LOOKED FOR. AFTER EVERY HIGH, AFTER EVERY HANGOVER, THE DRUG IS NO LONGER THE ESCAPE, IT IS THE
CAPTOR. UNWILLING AND NOT WANTING TO RELEASE. YOU REMEMBER EVERYTHING LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN. FULL OF UNREPARABLE BROKEN THOUGHTS YOUR BODY SOON BREAKS DOWN. YOU BEGIN TO CURL INTO YOURSELF AND REMEMBER THE SWEETEST THINGS, OR AT LEAST YOU TRY. THE GROUND BY WHICH YOU LAY CAN NO LONGER SUPPORT YOU, THE FALL OF EVERYTH