Before we get too ahead of ourselves, let’s set up the premise, my fellow space-traveling g a n g s t a宇宙飛行士. Picture this: our precious mother, the great Sun (Helios, Sol, Ra, Horus, Atum, and other pals), is rising for a new day. You hear your god-awful anime opener alarm blasting straight into your ear canals. All is well. You’re waking up. You hear your brain tell your body its favorite quote of the day:

An option of an activity you think you’d like to do instead of wake the hell up.

“DUDE, SERIOUSLY? PUT ME BACK TO SLEEP, BODY. I HATE DAYLIGHT. F@#$%#$%￥￥￥YOU. JUST 三 MORE MINUTES.”

Now, let’s put things into p e r s p e c t i v e [真相]. The moment you slam your head into your pillow every night, you are actually accepting death for the day. You’re killing yourself willingly, maybe because you’re all out of energy from all the anime you’ve watched, or other, obviously less important reasons. You really can’t bear to watch another episode, no matter how many waifus/husbandos you’ve married today and how many more you think you’d need to feel satisfied. I suppose in that situation it isn’t exactly a willing death (inevitable death is more accurate), but you catch my Tokyo drift. The point is, you’re letting your life as you know it disintegrate the moment you fall asleep. You’re losing consciousness.

Contrary to common knowledge, your real-life virtual waifus need sleep too. Just look at how angry she is. Death awaits.

“Okay enough gifs, dude. My attention span isn’t that busted that I need some entertaining diversion every 69 seconds. I’m very young and not patient at all. Plus, I hate reading, dude.

… … ..wait —

What were we talking about again? Anime? I love anime ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Oh and video games too. AND VAPORWAVE! Everyone listens to it, so I like it.”

Check out these righteous video games. Really, really cool. Portable virtual reality for everyone and kids.

~SHUT UP DUDE, I’M THE ONE WRITING THIS THING~

When you think of the concept of death [死都市], what comes to mind?

When I think of death, I think of a dissolution of all conscious control, a diving into the unknown darkness. Or maybe it’s an indifferent plunge into the vortex of existence, a total ejection from the pilot seat akin to an ~8 hour vacation into a black hole. You don’t really know for sure you’ll wake up the next day, just like how you don’t know whether or not you’ll return if you take a vacation straight into a black hole. You traverse alternate dimensions, dream landscapes, maybe a few absolute voids of chaos and uncertainty. Just because you’ve managed to wake yourself up every single day prior to this one AND managed to lock all your doors, you don’t have the [undeniable evidence] that holds the ticket for morning’s arrival. You just make an (un)educated assumption, but let’s not make an ASS out of U + ME and deny the possibility of your roommate or pet farting on your sleeping face and ending everything right then and there. Or, you know, a sudden nuclear decision from that dude in Korea with the hair.

I wasn’t supposed to find this gif. I had to sneak into the heart of Dweeb Korea to download it.

It’s all a gamble, yo, on whether or not the rest of the 7.5 billion people (2016) at this exact moment are sleeping or plotting world destruction. Let’s hope they need sleep just like you do.

Everyone hanging out in these handsome skyscrapers has thought of world annihilation at least once in their young lives.

Sleep//death is a total relinquishing of conscious safety. No matter how hard you guard yourself physically and/or mentally during your hours of awakening, you either eventually give in and die for sleep or… actually die. Let’s take a moment and remember the man who played Starcraft for 50 hours without taking a ~death//sleep~ break and… actually dying. RIP in peace, brave young brother. You’ve served your purpose. You probably played Terran, you good-for-nothing jerk.