I feel the roof lift clean off the place, and there's chaos everywhere. As I watch the stars fade away, I try to muster concern, but deep down I know it's pointless—no one ever truly cares and no one ever has. Isn't it clear that everything has slipped from our grasp? Our garments often torn, teeth gritted in frustration, this persists as long as it possibly can. But I refuse to accept this reality, I simply can't come to terms with it, not now, not ever.