Sometimes I wonder if it's too late.

If somehow, we've dug ourselves six feet under--and now the world is going to pile up the dirt.

I feel buried alive: trapped beneath all this mess.

And underground, we don't even have each other because the earth separates us.

It's so dark now, but it was always so dark for us, wasn't it?

I can only talk to the worms, now, I guess.