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To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering – Frederick Nietzsche
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It wasn’t a particularly pleasant night when Josef ran away, the sky was foreshadowing in its feuillemort hue, and heavy with malicious intent as bitter rain pelleted both the boy and the cobbled streets of Stuttgart around him, every drop that hammered on his surroundings echoed in his head like a gunshot in an empty room. He had no recollection of anything that happened within the last 24 hours, including why he was sprinting away through unfamiliar streets or why he was drenched in what looked to be blood, but he would figure it out later, currently the only coherent thought that rang in his head was “run”.
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He didn’t know how long he was running for, but exhaustion finally claimed his weary body, not unlike death which claimed the many souls that wandered the city. He quickly ducked into a dark, almost melancholy alleyway and collapsed onto the rain-slicked cobbles. His entire world felt hazy, a red mist settled in front of his eyes, his lungs damn near empty, pain snaking its way up his body like the smoke of an incense stick, a dysphoric fog blocking all thoughts and memories still overtaking his mind. ‘Is this what it feels like...
~***~
It wasn’t a particularly pleasant night when Josef ran away, the sky was foreshadowing in its feuillemort hue, and heavy with malicious intent as bitter rain pelleted both the boy and the cobbled streets of Stuttgart around him, every drop that hammered on his surroundings echoed in his head like a gunshot in an empty room. He had no recollection of anything that happened within the last 24 hours, including why he was sprinting away through unfamiliar streets or why he was drenched in what looked to be blood, but he would figure it out later, currently the only coherent thought that rang in his head was “run”.
~***~
He didn’t know how long he was running for, but exhaustion finally claimed his weary body, not unlike death which claimed the many souls that wandered the city. He quickly ducked into a dark, almost melancholy alleyway and collapsed onto the rain-slicked cobbles. His entire world felt hazy, a red mist settled in front of his eyes, his lungs damn near empty, pain snaking its way up his body like the smoke of an incense stick, a dysphoric fog blocking all thoughts and memories still overtaking his mind. ‘Is this what it feels like...
