How do I stay human in a system comprised of superhuman demands?
When we die, we die alone. Regardless the number of those who surround our deathbed, we experience our last breath alone. Our last feeling of pain. Our last moment of hope. Our last words, our parting gift to the sentient world as we depart the duress of consciousness. The ethereal message leaves our lips to pierce the very tangible aroma of Clorox and human excrement. The hearts of the healthy, …