I see little hope for democracy as an effective form of government, but I admire the poetry of how it makes its victims complicit in their own destruction.
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Losing your way between dreaming and waking, the bright days you once knew so well fade into nothing but a memory. The colours fade, the edges blur and now you see the world only through the eyes of a sleep-walker - not real enough, and yet too real to understand.