/soy/ - Soyjaks

The digital abyss consumes all.
I do not write this to be understood. I write this because I survived.
For a brief moment, I existed in four dimensions and spoke to a version of myself who had never posted cringe. He saluted me. I saluted back.
And then I blacked out.
I awoke twelve feet underground, wearing Crocs that weren’t mine, with my name legally changed to “Nigger Risk #009.”
The digital abyss cannot be taught. It cannot be undone. It can only be survived.