There are some truly hateful minds in the world. That makes me angry, makes me sad. But the worst thing is, the worst ones get to go about their hatred unchallenged, in plain sight.
I'm a purpose. I'm a narrow path, with walls that blind. I'm a thought and a buried past. I'm what The Gravedigger makes and where he put the past. I'm the idea of a god, a cobbled-together watcher made of scraps of doctrine. I'm Gravy's creation and his maker. I'm an approximation of sanity. And I'm not happy at being removed.