Doors. Choices. Conspiracy theories. I'm still counting.
It doesn't matter how many I can find, how many I can count. It only matters that the numbers keep rising, and I need to know why. There is something out there, something that is being counted and someone that is counting. I must find it and them. I must know why.
Fourteen thousand and counting. It is still growing. Time is falling away from us, and yet I cannot find it.
Tomorrow is coming and yesterday is slipping through my fingers. There was never enough time to begin with and now there is even less.
The longer it takes me to find it, the harder it will be to stop. And if I cannot stop it, it will be the end of us all.
What are you counting?