I wonder what life would be like at the edge of the Universe. Of course, there is no edge you say. It could stretch on indefinitely, surpassing perhaps time and everything that comes with it. But if you stood, on that defining edge between nothing and everything what would you feel? You’re faced with either confronting the entire world, and listening to its moans and grievance, or tumbling into a whirlpool that sucks you up completely, without a word. And so you disintegrate, your skin evaporating like pretty butterfly wings spinning lightly in the wind. And you’ll feel nothing, and that’s the best part; there is no hate, no love, no fear, no self-pity, no stupid lines you tell yourself over and over so that it’ll make yourself feel better. You just don’t feel any more as you glide into the welcoming embrace of death and non-existence. That’s where I belong. I belong in nowhere-land.