Abdication is divine, abdication is divine, I tell myself. To collapse under the magnitudes. I lurch backwards into an infant state of hedonism and disrepair, but my mind is purer than ever.

In accordance with my family’s ancient traditions, the unraveling proceeds on schedule. For the plot, for the plot, the chant is. I became struck by its brilliance. All the horrible things I’ve done to myself are for the narrative. The dénouement a great journey I go down and downward.