Macabre [[What is Macabre?|Corridor]] "Involving death or violence in a way that is strange, frightening, or unpleasant." [[Sounds Quite Odd|Left Hall]] [[Sounds Worrying|Forward]]That it does. Though one would be right in thinking it could apply to the idea of death itself, would you agree? [[I'd Say You're A Damned Fool|South]] [[I would agree|North]]Yet I find a single irrelevant person a world away to be uninteresting. Boring. A few decades after your death you'll be forgotten completely. Why should I spend my time to find you, then, when you stand out as much as a dead man from 1942? But don't take this into your thoughts. It'd only spawn some rather...//macabre// thoughts.And you'd be right. A damned fool I'd be. [[Indeed|Westwards]] I know you'd rather not think of these things. But you will. When you're alone in your bed, just laying down and waiting for sleep. Wishing you could just drift away into rest. But you can't do it no matter how much you try. So you're forced to delve into the deepest pits of your mind, think of things you were always told the answer to but wondering whether you were lied to by everyone you ever knew. Wondering why you're even here right now. Wondering how and why you even exist. And wondering how tight a hangman's is.And you'd be correct. I'm of the mind that such thoughts are to be left hidden away, so that we might enjoy the few years we have until we're forgotten. So here, have a drink, and let us forget about such thoughts as our impact on the world, and instead discuss idle things, things more casual. Things like, say, //football//, I'd presume you would enjoy discussing. Or perhaps the weather. Maybe even debate such items like watches and phones. Just anything other than those macabre thoughts that creep up on you when you're alone. [[Let us do so then, and end this talk!|Death 3]]IndeedI must agree in full. Rather horrifying thoughts. But they are quite necessary ones. For when you're alone, do you not think of them? I do not even mean just that of skulls and corpses and the horrors of wars. I'm talking about more subtle things. Things that eat at your sanity, like a monster that arises from the deepest part of your mind. How long you'll be on this Earth, for example. How special you truly are compare to those around you. How unique you are. . How long you'll be remembered for. How you'll ever know whether what you do is making an impact anywhere. And why you're spending time in a discussion with me instead of making sure you're what you were always told you were. If these thoughts were not necessary, then why would you have them? [[This conversation is beginning to be rather macabre|Death 3]] [[Enough of this!|Death 2]]I guess we'll never learn though. The chance that we'd ever meet in this world is slim. [[It's one world and we have decades|Death 1]]