Always fighting the despairing abyss of mediocrity. I see six billion lives crowding a dying planet, infesting, such that the gods see ants scrambling for breadcrumbs. I desire only that I may be remembered, known, immortal. Unwilling to accept death as it is, powerless against its inevitability, I am left with words. Words and even those as if written by a Salieri living eternally through us all.