I'm not angry but

society brings madness to every one. It is madness. This is why some of us walk away. Hell, is the other. We burn each other and call it passion. All the wells are poisoned, all the forests black.

But all the houses shine. All the eyes glow. Polish, polish everywhere and nary a shoe to shine. Screens reflected outward. Selves scattered and swimming rich soups of identity and elated remorse. To never be alone again, oh the horror!

I wish Marlon were here. I think he'd understand.