The world isn't going to care that you aren't there anymore. The shadows will welcome your presence the seams rip easily allowing thorns to embrace unclothed skin. Your thoughts will take you further into a dooms day future than anytime machine ever could. Your heart will burn and freeze and thaw. From your eyes will flow endless rivers and grow untamable flames. You recon neither fame nor infamy by turning in, being a one dimensional point, building up walls that reach for extraterrestrial life, digging holes past China and into another dimension, cocooning yourself with blankets as wide as space or time... You will be unmissed. What could be missed? Fractions of a shattered shoddily mirrored glass? A magnet that dies in second? A battery unable of providing power? Holey umbrellas? shambled roofs? Unsteady rotted floorboards? Don't bother trying to be something to someone somehow. Its too late, they'll see right through you. You will see through yourself reflecte