Disillusionment occurs in...fragments.
I got up this morning and thought what the fuck am I doing?
Who am I? Where did I forget myself again?
Nothing makes any sense as I doubt doubt itself and the
flashing question marks lead nowhere.
So I said wake up you little fool, you're not half as important as you think you are. Which is all for the best, cause you don't have
that much to lose anyway.

Then I prescribed myself some coffee.
No better cure for hopeless existential dramas. Dream on.

A Dumb and Pointless Tale- Episode 4

“Now, where could the cleaning girl leave the note? It had to be somewhere where the prince would see it, but not immediately. Some spot not necessarily associated with her. Under his pillow wouldn’t work, nor on his desk or chair or cricket bat (the prince loved cricket). A pocket in his jacket, perhaps? Yes, that should do.” (tbc)