i was going to take a break, but i can't, though it will do no good to anyone. despair can't do any good. no one wants your despair, and why should they, already living in this world of despair. i can't hope or understand, i can only record. i'm sad when the record is dark and grim, but if you say i seek the darkness, i say it's all around me, it's in the land they confiscate and the air i breathe. perhaps i only seek my own darkness as sanctuary in a dark world. 
it feels that hope is cruel in a world of despair. war is commerce here. the takers take, and the people don't care.