The store is mostly empty, and I am the lone ghostly figure, wandering around and thinking my exquisitely dark thoughts. It is frustrating to have them categorized that way. I don’t find them dark. I don’t find them frightening, heinous or anything else of that nature. Other people do. The little shadows that flit around me are so easy to scare and manipulate. I don’t know why I play their game, other than it is easy and I am good at it.
