The text that accompanied this image on Jeremy Fall's Tumblr:

I close my eyes and breathe as the world starts crumbling behind me. Every step I take brings me closer to the end, every thought I make kills my fix of ammunition and every time I think of looking back, it tears the gauze apart. What do I do if the world’s destruction becomes my own? Where do I go if the tripwire does detonate? I look straight, straight into my self-created Eden. A garden far away where I can only pray that the distance is temporary. I stop to think. It’s my turn. Is this all just a game or am I truly walking barefoot on a pile glass holding a ticking bomb that’s ready to ignite?