To lead a borrowed life. Escape saved purely for weekends and holidays. Dream if they let you dream; if they don't, lose yourself in fantasies of silenced explosions.

Love, can love ever be true? Passion spiced up with powder, a heightening of the senses achieved by chemical means. Let me lie by your side, surrounded by the ghosts of forsaken expectations.

Don't worry, we'll make it to the other side, scathed and flame-licked, yet alive. We are the ones doomed to survive this war, and maybe the one after it, too; we are the ones destined to pollute their polished reality with infusions of intolerable cynicism bleeding from incurable wounds.