others walking with me, I thought they weren’t like that, only I was, I rose higher and higher, farther and farther, while they stayed where they were. Fucking Media students. Fucking Media brats. Fucking Media theorists. What did they know about life? What did they know about what was really important? Listen to my heart beating. Listen to my heart beating, you dozy fucking little imbeciles. Listen to it beating! Look at me. Look at the strength I’ve got! I could crush every last one of them. And it
