I woke up in a desolate world. Fear, misery and loss. Pain, suffering, death. Streets full of people with broken hearts. Buildings full of people hopelessly in love. A thousand pubs and bars full of those drinking, drinking to forget their squalid lives. I thought of Death. I thought of those who die alone. Ships passing in the night. Parallel lines that will never cross. Souls drifting around in ill-fitting suits, drifting around trying to fill up the void in their lives with gossip and lukewarm coffee. I thought of her. I felt alone.
Then I ate some cheesy chips, and I felt ok.