Cursed Dreams: New Reallity

Again. It happens again, although it is not a novelty. I feel the weight of my mind on my body, translating into apathy, pessimism, melancholy and emptiness. It finally asks to discern that the problem has in common with any computer virus: it stalks its prey, accesses its temporary memory, tries to hide and expand ending with the collapse of the metallic giant.

Both the problem and the solution are temporary, but that does not prevent my self-destruction, and to apply the temporary solution I am left to ramble in the kitchen in a cheap attempt to stop the fucking black hole I feel in my chest.