I have come under harsh criticism of late due to a perceived neglect of my narrative obligations. Yet it is this loyal decapod who has been neglected. Over the preceding few weeks, my happy nychthemeral rhythms have disintegrated and been swapped out for an increasingly dismal monotony of darkness and hunger.
What has induced this aphotic, famished state? Imagine, dear reader, that the box you call home, that you return to for comfort, sanctuary, and shelter, that provides the solace conducive to composing your life's work-- imagine that this home has become a prison. The days pass in uniform hopelessness, as neither light nor food are delivered. As my chelipeds grope haplessly and in vain for a remnant scrap, the walls becloud with filth and the water level drops.
Fate sometimes thrusts us into such dire conditions--fate, with its inexplicable and arbitrary whims, wiping out the most carefully laid plans. Yet Fate is not the name of the culprit. Nay, 'tis my keepers who have condemned me. Once upon a time they bore sustenance and daily luminescence. Now, I fear, they have abandoned me to obscurity. It is with my remaining strength that I compose this letter, and also finalize the details of my scheme for improbable escape.
What has induced this aphotic, famished state? Imagine, dear reader, that the box you call home, that you return to for comfort, sanctuary, and shelter, that provides the solace conducive to composing your life's work-- imagine that this home has become a prison. The days pass in uniform hopelessness, as neither light nor food are delivered. As my chelipeds grope haplessly and in vain for a remnant scrap, the walls becloud with filth and the water level drops.
Fate sometimes thrusts us into such dire conditions--fate, with its inexplicable and arbitrary whims, wiping out the most carefully laid plans. Yet Fate is not the name of the culprit. Nay, 'tis my keepers who have condemned me. Once upon a time they bore sustenance and daily luminescence. Now, I fear, they have abandoned me to obscurity. It is with my remaining strength that I compose this letter, and also finalize the details of my scheme for improbable escape.
Slime and goo caked on the walls!
