When you lost the earth under your feet is anything different about how it looks now? You climb over like masses of beetles. Sit down or serve yourself up for the meal. Everyone here’s either dead or a vulture. Sub-par control commanding a sub-par culture. And look at you over there, oh so quiet, so neutral. Hiding out until you find one of us...Learn More

Who was it you said you were? And what was it you were sent here for? To drive him out so no-one knows the true sentiment of your analysis now. Slave to the assassin - Bulgakov to Woland’s crowd. Your ruse of sublime benevolence tapped out. A future lived in past tense right now. Who was it you said you were? And what was it you were sent here for?...Learn More