4 Months, 3 weeks and 2 days
1 May, 2008
Color is drained from the frame, all that remains is yellow and green, vivid and putrid. Society is rotting from the inside and the jaundiced skin is peeling from slack flesh. Everything has been filed down to a point, all softness sheared off, the world is hard. Hell is neither hot nor cold but lukewarm and every body is covered in a fine layer of filmy feversweat and grime.
There is no hope and the waiter may never come back, and you will be left to eat liver and breaded brains.
