A long time ago, I died. Many times, and many times I will die again. I close my eyes at night, and I am gone to the world that only I know. The world of strange creatures and mirrored images on the walls. Out there, I am young and free. Free from the madness of this world of pain and suffering. Out there, there are no murderous ideas or greed. No machines that want you dead. No paydays and no taxes. No rents and no psychos roaming on the streets. Nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I am getting old, and I still don’t have a slightest idea what this is all about. People walk around with…
Seka