What do you eat for breakfast on those quiet mornings?

You know, the ones where your whole world is crashing down around you, and the universe has cracked open and all manner of impossible horrors stream through from the void beyond the void?

What do you eat for breakfast when gravity stops and time no longer streams but instead positively tangles, when the silence all around is a deafening cacophony of mute terror, and the most deafening silence of all is the horrible roaring from the depths of your own soul?

The roaring, constant, anguished roaring that says nothing more or less than ALL OF EXISTENCE IS A VOID, AND ALL OF KNOWLEDGE IS FOLLY, AND ALL THAT IS KNOWN OR SEEN OR HEARD IS ABSOLUTE FALSEHOOD AND FALLACY!

What do you eat then?

They say protein fills you up pretty well, so you might start there.

So what do you eat for breakfast when your world crashes down around you? Let me know in the comments! Also, spread this mad rambling around to everyone you know, because goodness knows they could do with an existential crisis right about now. All proceeds go toward filling the void in one’s soul, most probably with bacon. Really.