At some point, everything I used to live by, everything I believed in, stopped having any meaning at all. My fake life—my hastily built card house—collapsed.
I thought the worst thing was death. But no—the scariest thing is the illusion of life, in which you lose your mind from the events happening inside it, go crazy, and don’t even realize that it’s precisely that illusion that is killing you.
One day, waking up, I realized my whole life was a lie.