You float through the day, a mirage in the desert of reality. Your dreams grow heavy with visions of being forgotten—every whispered goodbye a nail into your heart of stone. Tonight, you will dream in silence as the world barely acknowledges your existence.
A pile of receipts gathers weight on your desk; each one a fragment of your dwindling worth. By the time the ink has dried on your loan agreement, the truth will be written in numbers that mock the very concept of human value.