To clean the slate. Wipe the past clean. To clean the slate. Wipe the filth clean. A fixation on bastardizing the autonomy between person. Time and place. Tear off the cataracts, with shards of broken glass. I find myself face to face with solace. Wipe off the cataracts with shards of broken glass. To further analyze with my naked eye. My decimation of time has become a daily routine. An opiate to stir my thoughts and a drink to wash them away. These are the memoirs of a failed nihilist. I keep myself medicated