S.O.S

You know, as everyone else does, in your little shelf of obvious facts in a pocket of your brain, that you're dying from the moment you're born, hairs, layers of skin, snakelike. Right now, however, it's as though i can actually feel each cell bidding me a farewell, cell after cell, eating closer and closer to a core where my soul was once safe from insanity. I am in total isolation, in an alien place, and every academic word ever written makes me want to gag. I am an expert now in a variety of diseases, & find watching the open fridge's standstill existence hypnotic and novel.

Jesus.

I miss... living?