katiepea
There wasn't much he knew about himself, he thought, as he gazed into the mirror. The suit was crisp and starched, and folded around him at all the right angles. People would pass him in the street and be certain of the type of man he was; high powered, high living, in control. Would he ever be certain?
It's in the air, it surrounds us all time. What is it? It's chaos, causing havoc wherever it goes. It completes our days and fills our silences with static. It's the revolution, and it's now.