It is the moment you look at the perfect house you built and decide to set the furniture on fire just to see the shadows dance. It is the hangover that lasts a lifetime. It is the love letter you wrote knowing she would burn it unread. To be Borbaad is to be empty. But not the sad kind of empty. The loud kind.

Welcome to the rubble. It’s warmer here than you think. End of content.

They will call you crazy if you choose the storm.