Odium. It's not just a videogame from the late '90s.

Because, everything runs down to inert matter (The element, Lead [Pb/#82] seems our destiny), and because I can't stop hating myself or keep the slugs of depression off of my sweating feet, that's why I'm writing this blog. I will say things here that I can't say at work, home or where I've already declared myself an entity. This the first in a series, I expect, unless I come to lack even the energy to write down my personal malaise. You gaze at the navel, the lint gazes back.