On Losing Control

For all that's real does not glisten in the light, but resides in the darker places where it slithers and slides. (You silly person - how do you even know this is right?)

Why do you manufacture memories, sit back and watch your hormones take over? Life is lived on a subconscious level - all you have to do is take notice.

Okay, Mademoiselle Meaningless. You know what it all signifies. It doesn't have to make sense now - take the spiral staircase, and someday you'll see it all.