You have found the Nexus of Death. Tread carefully here, for should you stir the gaze of a reaper, your soul will quicken its journey. I have looked a child of death in the eye, and she has changed me. I danced with a reaper and walked away. My life, as best I can tell, now fades, for the dance of death, is sweet, but ultimately toxic. My end comes, but, I will tell you what I have learned. I have stored it all here. It started with my podcast and ended in a tattering of notes scribbled on a napkin.
If you are reading this I have passed and my friends have published in my behalf, though they think I”m crazy.