The brightest days from the darkest nights...

If in me everything crumbled and shattered into tiny pieces, it is not because life had necessarily become an overwhelming one: it in fact had no other choice but to expand on all its contingencies. To become a full-flowing force that cannot truly be controlled or contained - something that has the ability to overrun everything. And now imagine all of that combined with a heart that can't be trusted? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one wilfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from all that is rationally good and healthy. Away from responsibility and social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead leads one down a path straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?