i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

click click click click, the sound of typing verberates around the room.

A heavy mood hangs in the air. He pauses. The whirring of the fan fills the silence which would have been otherwise. He pauses yet again.

His eyes falls upon the recharging mobile phone lying next to him. His heart accelerates. He reaches over to pick up the phone, but he stops. He knows that to open it, would be to unleash the waves of hell.

He casts his mind around for a topic. damn. none comes to mind. He has began upon this fruitless project for a...chance to unburden himself. Man proposes, heaven disposes.

It seems, even the story of faust would not save him. Redemption? it is far too late. far too forgone. far too...

"Das eweig weibiliche", the eternal famine. the last sacred hope. gone. in flames.