Giving In
I used to think I could change the world.
I stared into the abyss. The world around me droned, flat and dim, as a kaleidoscope of meaningless shapes assaulted my eyes and blurred my senses. “Sweep me off my feet,” I slurred, already spinning. Lives passed, and I carefully dissected each one like some peculiar new organism, the biology of which kept hidden a world-bending truth. I alone held the key. I alone could save us all.
