magalomania

there’s nothing worse than the terrible truth when you read it stop before it’s too late avert your eyes lest it change your course instead accept the dumb waiter’s sedating meal always delivered day in day out this way you can die in loving blindness without ever helping anyone without ever feeling the stomach pains of morality twisting without ever having to fix all the holes in the blanket of wool you once thought moths made the ones not big enough to see out of but too big to ignore