Well… I hope everything shreds into pieces. Small ones. Like we all end up – small particles, deep space dust. Great feeling of creating and then return to the beggining of everything leaving the created object behind. Like white paper sheets. Tired of the messed reality I created, the strange object I became, the deep space dust taken form of chaos. No more white paper sheets to write on. No way of running away. At least somethings are going back to the beggining. Pity that there are no ultimate and safe choices or I would choose the most extreme one on the menu. Anyway… don’t care about anything anymore.