My head hurts.
I feel a clanging between my temples, akin to cymbals wielded by an angry dwarf squeezing the thoughts out of my brain until there’s nothing left but pulp and darkness and an explosion of white light.
The uncertainty about the future is killing me.
I’m a zombie. Which path do I take? Either way, nothing seems certain and yet I must make some choice. I have to, and yet I wonder why I must. How did I even get here? Everything I’ve done, all I’ve accomplished, it has to mean something. It has to, right?
And yet I wonder. Is this some cruel joke played out by the universe or God atop his ivory tower, or am I the victim of an indifferent fate?
What path I take, I don’t know. My head hurts even more.