We have a mental deformity. It's name is despair. It is a parasite. It feeds anxiety, which rage and fury keep under control. But depression keeps rage and fury under control. Depression and anxiety are very good friends. They feed one another like sappy lovers. They weigh Nikolai down, but now he has begun to feed a small voice called "justice". It is a wee little thing. But soon it will grow. Nikolai needs sleep.













