at some point..
your mother stopped picking you up.
at one point...
you stopped going back home.
one day, you'll forget to visit.
you won't last.
neither will anyone. there'll be nothing.
just like there was.
and like there always be.
just like there is.
there will be no one.
not you.
not me.
nothing.
and that's terrifying.
but it must be.
or nothing else
can be.
vive rien
