His world is slowly dying...

He feels as if the weight of the universe is looming above him. There is no time to think things through - how to live, how to love, how to die - all seem to take shape without his consent, without him really knowing why. The world spins so fast it knocks him out of orbit, and leaves him with little to hold onto - to help him find his way. He is afraid he is going to fail, at one account at least, if not all three. He is scared that there isn't a single thing he can do to elevate his circumstances or to transcend beyond the trivial and mundane. He scrambles to make sense of developments that propel his journey into directions unknown, and leave him with sensations of gloom and disbelief. He runs towards substance to quench his nerves, but as it turns out, pains demands to be felt and there isn't anything he can do about it. He braces for impact and hopes he somehow, against all odds, makes it out alive.