I wake up in the morning with Romeo Void in my mouth. I will slit my wrists without coffee. Coffee. I go to work constructing Romeo. Knowing full well, the critics finally get the final say. Or do they. Get anything. Most of them will flog me (don’t even go there) for being who I am – we find him deplorable – get in line. It’s not about the work. It’s about revenge. It’s about wiping the spit from your face. It’s a long line. Exactly, how much time do you have. I gave Romeo a friend. Today, I am deleting the friend. I am not sure that Romeo would have a friend. Now, we have interjected the concept of loyalty. But what is indifference loyal to. Obviously, indifference is indifferent to itself because it does not have a consciousness that it can employ layers and layers of neurology scraping through the archives of the human experiment what life is and what life is not and you put two homo sapiens into that dog park, what do you think you were going to find. Consciousness. Struggle. Pain. Trauma (this is when they jeer because they cannot afford to go anywhere near their own trauma), and how you carry it within you while deviant is an indifference used selectively. The truth spoke by all of this is not unlike thermonuclear radiation. It can be in more than one place at the same time. Even as it orbits the circumference of what it does not know is there. That is what we are, too, in the not knowing what is there, it’s fundamental, as soon as you observe the thing itself, it changes the dimensional equation. Consciousness has a ticket on this train, too.