From _Oculus_

How do you like it now, now that we have you cornered? Things are about to get strange. Are you ready? I am asking you a question. Which end is up? Down is no longer an out. This whole mess has turned topsy-turvey. I can see spiders on the bathroom ceiling. And cobwebs. They catch the roaches. This is no environment for raising children, none at all. Everything that I have told you is true, believe it or not. I am breaking into new territory and my mind is unstable but you understand. I know you do so don't play dumb with me now. I've got a thing that you don't understand, a shiny object that I keep all to myself. I'm poor so shiny objects make me feel clean. I wear it around my neck and the string chafes against a mole. I am easily misunderstood. You yourself do not understand me nor should you try. What I am is complicated, complex, beyond your wildest fathomings. I am expansive to the utmost degree and as miniscule as a pea. Come see for yourself. I am large within a tiny box. You think you would know me but the reality is something completely different. We are a disinfranchised nation, one at rest. We have every reason to assume some background knowledge. Most people are quite literate, they just pretend to be stupid. It's a strategy that works. I'm writing the way I talk. Do you feel the honesty? I would claim to be sincere but then you might doubt me. I am a living anachronism, multifaceted and complex. But I've already said as much.