You Must Be Like Me; You Must

How Can I, Who Was Not Able To Retain My Own Past, Hope To Save That Of Another?

It Is No Longer Possible To Escape Men. Farewell To The Monsters, Farewell To The Saints. Farewell To Pride. All That Is Left Is Men.

I Want To Leave, To Go Somewhere Where I Should Be Really In My Place, Where I Would Fit In . . . But My Place Is Nowhere; I Am Unwanted.

To Eat Is To Appropriate By Destruction.

Because We Can Imagine, We Are Free.