Yeah, it would suck to give up in some crème-and-teal hospital paying out of my ass with the money I would have given to people I might have loved. But it’s not being alone that I’m so worried about there. It’s that I failed to go further.
And yet, there’s something so compelling about failure. About losing by my own metrics and the world’s. No second chances, down in the rough, breathing from a tube and losing my mind. A sand castle blown by the wind.