POSTman vs stickman.

The Authority will have you convinced that you are already creative. That whatever ungodly spectacle they come up with next is in fact your creation. That the jokes in the latest sit com are a result of your tastes and wants and desires that the girl singing the song on your TV screen is the living embodiment of you frustrated and overly constrained libido. Or the boy. Creativity isn’t a co-operative process. It’s a Selfish thing. It’s yours and yours alone. That’s why I wrote my name. Blood red across the white of the meditation room. My own name was the most offensive thing I could think of.