As the buzzing light flickers above me, I am reminded of where I am. In the depths of the place they call Sweet, though bitter is this place of anguish. My face and the screen have become one, bonded together by the forces of darkness.
Despair sets in.
My mind aches. The answer is always no. Such is life in Sweet. For Elaine knows not how to compile code, nor the masses how to write it. And thus code is left unfinished in this terrible place.