Sitting here in the last throws of an ever imploding relationship, I am increasingly reminded of better times, times when Rome was not burning. These thoughts pass quickly, though, and give way to the hideous after birth of realization that I am constantly head first inside the glorious, white hot vagina that is a dwarf star, slowly careening into oblivion. Those times that are so dear to me are far off now. The haze of the past year is all blurring together and all I can see is what's wrong. There is a gap between us. an infinite nothingness that is filled with all the shit we don't say to each other. I don't know if I want to go on. I don't know if I can...