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So I just went back to my bedroom same as I have the last ten years of my life. And something feels off. I can't place it. It's not quite a noise. It's not quite a smell, or feeling. It's not a presence or a fear.
It feels disjointed. Like my essence is out of place or my room has change from facing east to north some how. I don't know how else to explain it. I tried to change the sound in the room with music and tv but it still doesn't fit. I can't fix this offset. Does anybody know what's going on? Did I have a stroke?
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Depression has been on a rise for the past couple years.
The world actually ended in late 2012. We're all quite thoroughly dead. Where we exist now is a kind of fading echo of the universe. Our souls have left, on to whatever lies ahead. We are essentially animate corpses, coming to the slow realization of our doom.
People that used to have a strong sense of purpose in their life will last the longest. They'll be able to convince themselves that, even though they can't feel the sense of communion with their faith they once had, it's just because they're going through a rough patch and keeping strong faith will see them through.
Replace faith with amy other strong sense of purpose and the effect is the same. But the average prole, just puttering along in life, will find themselves increasingly questioning why they even bother, as they gradually lose the ability to feel any kind of emotion, positive or negative.
You will also begin to notice that you can't remember as much of your life as you used to.even recent memories get fuzzy and indistinct far more quickly.
It's just your connection with this tenuous shadow of reality gradyally fraying.
Don't worry though. This is as close to hell as it gets for us. Our souls have already gone on. All that awaits is oblivion.
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