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Time has really lost its meaning. I never really understood what it is for time to lose its meaning, until now. It is just darkness I see. Maybe there are huge cosmic objects floating around and flying by. But all I see is darkness. There is something pressing me hard. It feels like I’m trying to float in a crude oil pool. Sometimes I doubt if I am dead, already. But no, I feel my breath. Feeble but present. Memories come flashing by. There is nothing else that I can hold on to. It was 2053, August 12th, if my memory still serves right. I...