Literature
The Pit
You´re falling. Seemingly forever. You turn in the air. You figure that if you're about to hit rock bottom, the knowledge of when you'll hit it is worth landing on your face for.
And then you land. It hurts for a second, and then the pain melts away. You know it's supposed to hurt for much longer, and you wish it would. You wish you could feel something, anything, but your brain knows better than you. It knows you can't handle it.
You sit on the bottom for a while. You've been here before, but the climb back up seems curiously longer and steeper every time, and you're older. Ancient on the inside.
You contemplate the possibility that t