Th-they're EVERYWHERE. I can't stop seeing them. ALWAYS THERE

The V's, man, they're everywhere

EVERYWHERE

ALL I see is V'S, V'S, V'S

Vitriol, Vendetta, Victory

IT'S ALWAYS THERE

I'm the vacinee of veracity, like a vampire with vigor and verve.

VERY CALM. VERY NORMAL.

The VALUE of vitality, of vulnerability.

The vibrancy of this vast vision, a vehicle of the vox populi to vehemently vie for this vocational viewpoint.

But what does it all MEAN!?!?!?

Verily, the volume of this vital, vague mystery vacates my view.

Unless...

Of course..... ObViously!!

The pattern. The one in the book. It all makes sense now.... it's all senseless!

There is NO pattern! There is NO sense!

NOTHING fits a pattern, NOTHING is similar, so it's the SAME!

It's ALL connected. Nothing can control or constrain MY life, except for ME.

Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me. FEELING vast. FEELING virginal. Was this how he felt? This VERVE, this VITALITY, this VISION.

La Voie...

La Vérité...

La Vie!