Loneliness, sadness, this one way track of human corrosion. This is what kills dreams and hopes, this fall into your own lack of power. Lacking. The mighty Unable. The lack of will to power. The killing of hope. When masses turn a dream into a public crime. This is hell, not somewhere else. Turning love into flesh and flesh into earth. Love is unearthly. Love cannot be turned into a feast of maggots and yet it is, day in and day out, by those who kill our dream.