rorschach

We live our lives because we have nothing better. The reason is created afterwards. We are born from nothing, raise children like us tied to hell, and then return to nothing. There's nothing else. Existence is random. It has no scheme, except the one we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning except what we choose to impose on it.

This directionless world was not forged by vague metaphysical forces. It was not God who killed the children. They were not slaughtered by fate, nor was destiny the one who fed them to the dogs. It was only us, only us.

The road emanated the stench of fire, the void breathed heavily upon my heart transforming its illusions into ice.

Breaking them.

Then I was reborn free to sketch our morality onto this ethically empty world.

I became Rorschach.

......................................