13 April 2012
The wind is strong and cold. I feel transparent as the night pours through and all around me. I am being followed by one who isn't there- and I couldn't care less. Logic says that I should, but since when did logic rule the world. Not the known world, but the true world in which only a few seem to dwell. A select few, no doubt, whose tolerance for reality is remarkably low, and quite rightly so. Reality and logic are both just petty obstacles, forever obstructing the true goal.
Dark Wind- Part One • Opuss № I