The blue sky with white sunlight is no more. Nothing will work here anymore. Your icons become your betrayers and the night fills up with really bad toxins. They want to race you. Brutal intoxication of pollution that fills up like cold diesel on my face. This dance of death sweat bad breath will last endlessly as we find dead ends all over this place. No one who will come to my aid. How many times has the sun gone down for me in life. And yes I’m only preparing for the next time as hard as it sounds.