The pit of despair is visible. It’s just below this rickety ass, cobbled together rope bridge. I think I’m in the middle of it. But the bridge is long and the pit, deep.
It’s tough not to think, jump. Just check it out. Maybe the water is fine. If water is what’s down there.
I’m supposed to care about things. I know that. What if I just don’t. And never will, ever again. It’s possible.
Maybe I’ve hit the pit after all.