There's no tying up from this time. I said there is no tying up from today. Tomorrow, I'm packing a dead corpse and carrying the anchors I have thrown over my back. My back is killing me and I can't deny what lives behind it. I don't want to hold back again, I have lifted banners that I can only follow now. There's no going back to the mountains and finding a place to hide. I carry, indifference is death. I'm not a misanthrope, I'm not anomic. I'm just nothing more than myself when I can't be anything else.