Sometimes I wonder if the whole of normal everyday life, with its pursuit of happiness and all the rest, is nothing but an- intentional or not- attempt to imitate a drug-induced experience. Don't believe what they tell you; all paradises are artificial, and why should it make a difference? While you're asleep, dreams are in no way less real than waking consciousness.

Time wasted is not always wasted time. Last night, I watched you attack invisible enemies again. Do your eyes still look the same when you cry? Trying to stay in control- that's the nature of our game; our passions licked by the flames of the will to power. If love was ever truly unconditional, who would be able to refuse it?