Snakes slither past my feet. Unworthy of betrayal. A light unravels from my crown into a twisting spiral. Such strange dreams we see. I spend my time in solitude; no one told me thoughts are dangerous. I should’ve known. A carpet of dust spread over tabletops and heaps of virgin books. Socks worn out from overuse and blackened on both sides. The only activity is the smoky, stuffy air. Its stifling at first, but you get used to it quickly. Despite everything, the bathroom sparkles clean, yet some organism has rooted itself onto the dishes in the kitchen. All the grapes come off their vines with the same pressure.

The same procrastinating routine; day in, day out. I look at my watch but it’s just a blur. Or maybe I’m blurring it. My mind wanders to snowy adjectives. The only variety; feathery, powdery, silky, slippery. Another frigid day, a wind so dry it cracks the hand’s skin as it holds food back home. Chains of close-by restaurants that manufacture food for your pleasure. Everything comes in packages… even you. A machine that creates thought. Whoever thought of sobbing machines? All the apple stalks twist off at the same letter; H.

To bring down a society, do it from the inside. Power lies in underestimation, and the key to underestimation is erasing all that traces back to you. Don’t try to change the nature of things, but understand that nature and use it to your advantage. Who ever heard of a knight moving in other than an L? Believe in the power of belief, for no energy is lost, but simply converted. I am but a prophet, nay, a saviour. Not even that, simply a man who is convinced like any other that he sees objectively. All the oranges have the same star drawn within them.