it came from beyond the extreme reaches of our reality, it came to laugh at our naive existences. i am puzzled by the truth that slips through my hands even as i cover my ears. where in this thin body do i find the strength to stand? uninstall. uninstall. i was told that i am just one of the countless specks of dust on this planet, but that is something I cannot yet comprehend. uninstall, uninstall. i have no choice but to pretend that i am a warrior who knows no fear. uninstall. our subconscious grows sharper without us realizing. when i open my eyes to the contourless presence below my bed, i am devoid of any feelings, except an impulse to destroy everything and anything. since i can't even choose the season of my passing… uninstall. uninstall. if there's no one left to replace me , then i will take that regular daily life and uninstall. uninstall. it makes me want to end everything with these hands. it's not a bad thing to uninstall. uninstall. uninstall. i was told that i am just one of the countless specks of dust on this planet, but that is something i cannot yet comprehend. uninstall. uninstall. i have no choice but to pretend that i am a warrior who knows no fear. uninstall. -- chiaki ishikawa, "uninstall."