Sick People
When our dreams are lost in a doze, and our minds drift languidly, that’s when the world dies for an instant, leaving the monsters we have created to rule it. Then, they cast lots to determine whether their creators should live or die. If, in the morning, any of us don’t wake up, we know that we have lost the bet. We don’t have any option other than to keep writing and creating new beasts.
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with us.
