Life is a terribly beautiful thing to lose. Since art fails to capture all its grandeur and disenchantment reveals how hopeless it all is whats left for the man to do but end it all? We break up with the world because it’s our final hope of self-determining. When I contemplated suicide it was the final push to get the worlds attention; to get it to stop and take in some of the beauty and music. The natural end of doing some violence to a world which cares nothing for who we are. At 17 I woke up and thought it an insult that the sun was gonna burn out and extinguish all my dreams and love.