Tragedy and Terror of a Wasted Life

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When Jerome opened his eyes, he didn’t comprehend. He didn’t understand one bit. There was a funky sensation out of sight. As Jerome wanted it closer, blurry shapes shifted in his field of vision and grew.

Where am I? flashed an urgency. What is this place? glowed another, more intuited than voiced, let alone articulated. And how come there even is a place?

But the last thought only highlighted the ones that flared before it.

So, Jerome asked. But the deluge of answers just numbed the questions and belief became easier than finding out.

On his deathbed, Jerome found out.