In those tumultuous and kinetic times, the time of actualized desire, I myself had only the one desire. And that was, for everything to stop. I became a hero only because I survived. I survived because I could not surrender to the flux of mirages. I could not merge and blend with them; I could not abnegate my reality and lose myself for ever as others did, blasted to non-being by the ferocious artillery of unreason. I was too sardonic. I was too disaffected.
