A mass in honor of Cthulhu

For the past few days I have been working immersed in the Malstrom of blindly doing. A kind of religious ceremony overtook me! A ritual that turns off the mind and brain and only sends motor control commands. A mass in honor of Cthulhu or who knows. My heart fervently sings choirs and cheers in the loudest tones. I throw pictures like prays through the spheres of my hard disk, then my head hurts and my heart beats wild and furious.  And over all hangs a dark cloud, the notion that everything is in vain and useless. All beauty is dying  a wretched death. What remains sinks into the ocean of nothing after a day, an hour or even a year.

And then arrives the great tiredness and I feel like I could sleep forever!