One thing i've learnt is that u should never look back. The past is dead and buried. U get nothing from living there. It's all about today. But i've been having these dreams. In them, nothing's real. Nothing's solid, everything's fantasty. Fucked. An illusion. In these dreams, i'm a life that's already gone by. Today means nothing.Today is just a ghost that's haunting me. I'm at the end of the world, on the edge of things, and i think about letting go. I think about falling. My name is James Cook. I did something once. My ghost won't let me forget it. Once u run, u get used to being scared. I don't even notice it any more. A background hum. But sometimes it gets loud, like someone turned the volume right up. U've got to feel it, really feel it. Accept it. And then it's just noise again. But u'll never stop hearing it. Not ever.