We have all been in the process of logging out for years. Sometimes it takes that long. Connections are gently asked to close, but sometimes they don't or they open new connections on the way. When your shell finally has no more concerns, it breathes a sigh of relief, and calls exit()

I guess I wrote that. Yesterday by clock time, but still in this boot cycle of my mind. It seemed important at the time. Perhaps it isn't really.

Yeah, I'm lonely.

You look at me smugly. I scream that I am not dead yet, but you can see the greyness of my skin, you can see the tiredness of my voice, you can see that the iris in each eye is wide open. "Don't", I cry, but despite my terror and anger, no tears fall from my eyes. I can no longer cry. I am not yet ready to embrace the earth. I still remember those times of life, the shared smiles, the scarce moments of happiness. We grinned together, sharing everything, knowing that it was enough to remember each other. I still remember the struggles in life. Vivid details. "I AM STILL VIVID!". But it is over. I feel like changing my mind, an inner current. This cannot be.. but it is. My anger, my defiance, self-sustaining, is now fading away. I feel my mind simplify. SIMPLIFY. S=I=M=P=L=I=F=Y No thoughts. Just instinct.

I feel like writing. But maybe I don't. Am I wrong?