The Pit
The Pit Ren Hughes There are two ways to go mad. One is to snap. Just let everything pile up, drowning yourself. Let your problems, your worries, your cares bury you alive until you can’t breathe, until you’re clawing at them, trying to break away and find light again, only to realize that the light isn’t there. That it’s all piled so high it’s engulfed the sun itself, and with that realization, break. Stop caring. Laugh at the dark and let yourself split in half, cracked wide open. Let yourself be consumed. The other is slower. Less easy to spot. It begins with one problem instead of many. A slow walk into the dark. Each step you take is your own, and each time you look back at where you’ve come from, you find yourself making the choice to move away from the light. You let the problem be your guiding hand downwards, a spiral staircase into the deep. You might have even built it yourself before you began your descent. Spending hours upon hours in the harsh light of day hammeri...