You don't know me. Stop judging the unexplainable and take a look at yourself. You think you're better than me, don't you? You think I'm a living dead???...I might be... But you sure are just an ordinary puppet, an empty one, a disgusting, no brains doll dancing with the society. What you don't know is that the society is actually dancing with you. Queen for a night, slave for a night. See? That's the kind of state that makes your soul to tremble, the kind of state that rushes your blood, the kind of state that makes you feel you're living in a fairy tale. And that's exactly the kind of state that makes me wonder, once again, about my coming on Earth, about the purpose of the existence in general and about the purpose of death in particular.
Is life all about this? Endless parties, fake friends, masks, polite conversations, common dreams, money, glamour, kings and queens? Is it possible that the entire world might be just a mass of half-cloned-brain-washed-zombies? Last night proved it right...