This story has no moral; why should it? It’s only here to take you away from the reality of the assault, from the laying of blame.
A mind-fuck of the darkest intent – perpetrated by mediocre bureaucrats without souls.
It catches in your teeth – spittle-strung from cheek to cotton.
Dream residue, like the gunk in the corner of your eye, mind reaching for lost meaning, the resonant truth that links unconnected daylight items to the sentience of your dreams.