Madness string 716

Random mermaid
It is another world, and yet it looks so close to home. It is simply dead, dead and desolate, stretching from horizon to horizon and past each horizon lies only more death, more desolation. It is a setting of monumental loneliness, coming so far to an alien world only to see so much nothing.

I talk more with the guy than anyone these days. Every day, we exchange words. Ain't nobody else I can say that about. Except maybe the World.