I am a petroleum well, that needs refinement before being useful.
I am on a road that is heading directly to Nowhere Land.
I can't say I am any different than what I already am.
There is just morning and evening and night.
There are people hitting strings that produce sounds.
There is someone who is constantly speaking in my head (it's been a while, hello again).
But there is nothing after all, and that alone is a good thing.