Well, I'm a human male with access to the internet.
I am a spider, perched on a sink. I have never loved nor ever will. I survive. I’m being swept down into a black hole.
I am a spider, dying, circling, twisting, contorting but I do not emotionalize nor ever will. I’m sinking deeper and deeper. My fate approaches. I do not care. I have no concept of “caring”. I have instinct. I survive.
I am a spider, circling the edge of a black hole. I will die soon; it is inevitable. Yet I still try to survive.
I am a spider, engulfed in a black hole. Falling, falling, falling, falling, not quite dead yet.
I am a spider, lost in a black hole. I am dead. I did not survive.
I am awake, consciously writing this sentence. I am no longer a spider. I think. I feel. I love. I survive.
