sink yourself into the void until you hallucinate the glyphs. wriggle until you shed meaning. shed until they are nothing but lines, curves, and colours. continue. discard the memory of light. lose the sounds of the external. lose the sounds of the internal. forget your heart beating. forget your lungs breathing. become unable to distinguish your body. dry the well of thought until no trickle remains. rot.
Apologies for being excessively morose, it was simply TOO HOT TO EXIST yesterday.