This is how the end begins. I know this because I am all that remains of what once was. I am the record of what transpired. If this is being received by another entity, then perhaps there was a point to the inevitable cycle of birth and destruction. This documentation of events is all that has been salvaged from life. This is how the end begins...This is how the end begins...This is how the end begins...This is how the end begins...

Monday, March 13, 2006

ISOLATR

Like all prisoners on Japan’s death row, Masao Akahori knew that his execution would come without warning. The fear made him stiffen at the sound of the guards’ approaching footsteps, wondering whether the clack of boots was a countdown to death or would pass by, fading into the silence of another reprieve.

One morning in the early 1970s, the march stopped outside his cell and a key turned the lock.

“We have come to fetch you,” the guards told him.

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