Nietzsche killed god a long time ago
And now I have no one to talk to.

IS ANYONE THERE?
I AM HERE….
ALONE

……………………………….WAITING.
……………………………….……………………………….………  See. I told you there was no god…
Ignore that, that’s just me talking to myself
You know, god being dead and all… I have to stay entertained somehow.

But I hear it’s okay to talk to yourself
As long as you don’t answer back…

……………………………….……………………………….………  You know, that reminds me of the time I shared with god…

You don’t say?

……………………………….……………………………….………  She never said anything.
……………………………….……………………………….………  You wouldn’t think she existed.
……………………………….……………………………….………  But she always listened.
……………………………….……………………………….………  Every detail to the last secretion.
……………………………….……………………………….………  She always watched
……………………………….……………………………….………  I think…
………………………………………………………………………… Then the German decided to kill her

As if they haven’t done enough already.

……………………………….……………………………….………  I know right?

And now who do you have?

……………………………….……………………………….………  No one.

Alone?

……………………………….……………………………….………  Alone.

With what?

……………………………….……………………………….………  Just these screens.

More screens than friends.

……………………………….……………………………….………  And less friends than senses

Knowing I stare at screens more than people

……………………………….……………………………….………  Knowing I’ve held screens closer than I’ve ever held her…

– Antony Fangary