I think I will make a special place for my old friend, a little cosmos all its own where the meaning of everything is agony, and that’s where it will stay for as long as I can be bothered with it. It will inhabit a realm whose physics expresses nothing but the imaginable aspects of pain without relief. Then, when I’m having a boring day and I need a treat, I’ll extinguish the whole thing and let Zagreus boil away into nothing. The information that comprises that prison universe will be lost for ever. Zagreus will die more than anyone has ever died before. I’ll have a glass of wine and watch a sunset, and perhaps someone will rub my feet, but when the bottle is finished and the evening chill has set in, I’ll come in from the verandah and that will be that.