my neuro-crypt and its' very own content/concept: me

I started digging it few years ago. The idea struck me on an intense sunny day, while contemplating the lurking dread behind a perfectly faked smirk. It was just a glimpse. A split-second access to my present.. status. Enough to understand that I was inhabiting way to much of the space that I had available. I was spilling allover the place. Cracking to pieces. And it was mostly dead stuff. Couple of thoughts was hanging comatose off my brain: a crude, ghastly display of obscene synaptic burnt out waste. In its' first stage of putrefaction, still humid with that distinctive stench of damp rot. Forever robbed of their possibility to think themselves. Slowly drained by sense. Gutted. Becoming one with the vast mass of their ignorant vehicle, now their own private tomb : me. Ossified in an endless slumber. Objectified in voided morph. I had to do something. And that's how I started to build that crypt. Dig and build it. With no blasting into nothingness recycle bin function. Just sorting, naming and piling tasks. Maybe hiding..sometimes.