Have I been here in the void for a day? A month? A thousand thousand years?
It makes so little difference. Their souls, their motives, and their behavior, never change.
 
They connect, interconnect, like spiders weaving drunken webs, ensnaring themselves with their insipid lies and threadbare lives. They masterfully destroy themselves even if sometimes they require  just one word, one little push, in the name of misdirection and self-destruction.
 
The unraveling of the human soul remains the only pastime that never grows old or wearisome for me.
 
I've seen it all. I've done it all. Almost feels like it's time for a reboot.