"A ROT, A POISON. YOUR DREAMS HAVE GROWN SICK. THE SKY DARKENS, GREAT GLOWING ORBS OF UNKNOWN COMPOSITION FALL FROM THE SKY. THE LANDLORD COMETH; THE SKYSCRAPERS QUIETLY FOLD IN AND CRUMPLE. A STICKER ON THE EMBERS OF AN SUV: 'DON'T BLAME ME, I VOTED FOR SATAN'"

Ann impossible structure, drawn in a 1-bit oblique style

This piece is #2059 in my continuous series of Pixel Dailies submissions, a gallery of which can be found here!

If all your friends were jumping off a cliff, would you do it? If everyone in the world was jumping off a cliff, would you do it? What if jumping off a cliff was unequivocally necessary to participate in society, if jumping off a cliff was the sole method available to you of earning food lodging luxuries, was mandatory as a signifier in order for other people to even perceive you as a part of the world? What if jumping off a cliff didn't actually kill you, at least not at first, was only experienced as a lessening of your world, a slow seeping spiritual poison that pervades your life over decades until it defines your every experience. Would you do it?