If you are deemed insane, then all actions that would oherwise prove you are not do, in actuality, fall into the framework of an insane person’s actions. Your sound protests constitute denial. Your valid fears are deemed paranoia. Your survival instincts are labeled defense mechanisms. It’s a no-win situation. It’s a death penalty really.

You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.

Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

Maybe there are some things we were put on this earth not to know.

Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.

The best thing that can happen to people entering creative professions is the dwindling of all other possibilities.

Or maybe I'd do what I always do - hang out and see what develops. Fatalist to the core.