Rat Castles

Off again for another eight or so hours of dissassociation and labor, of which progresses towards nothing worthwhile. Everyone else says they get along just fine, but alas they too wish for something more. They are scared to admit it, as am I.

These spiraling and spiraling floors of rooms of those who hold onto anything they can get are becoming more and more commonplace by the year, and there is only so much this world can take.

But for now, I look forward to joining them in their rat castle, as I am told and forced to do.