Sitting in my office working like every other day. Working from 8 to 5 every day like a capitalist slave. To think of it more deeply, every office worker is sort of a battery that pumps energy into the energy reserves of the company owner. When that battery stops pumping energy and reaches 60 years of age, it retires. You are 60 years old and have some amount of money, yet you have no energy. You most likely collected on that long run of pumping energy a chronic disease, most likely related to the stress you gathered all over the years, the sleepless nights you passed to fulfill someone else's dream and fill their pockets too. Maybe you have now heart disease, some supra-renal problems related to the enormous amounts of cortisol you released throughout your slavery journey, diabetes, or hypertension disease. You see, the ironic part about these diseases is that they don't show up in your first years of work, they show when you least expect them, your last years of work. Your body just keeps tanking all that stress till it can't anymore and voilà, your dish is served. What is more ironic is that we live once but most of us dedicate our lives to someone else without even knowing, because it is the norm nowadays. Ask anyone if they would prefer to work for someone in a respectable company (stability), or if them trying to work for themselves and create their own thing(risk and adventure). Approximately every human being would choose the first option. SINCE when would you choose someone else over yourself? As a wise man once said: " We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. " That is why I believe in rationalistic selfishness and I despise altruism and sacrifice. Selfishness is the most important value in an individual's life. Excessive individualism is key, but don't get me wrong, unconditional help is very remarkable and encouraged too as long as it doesn't impact you negatively. A person should be motivated by his interests in all his relationships, including his family and loved ones. Accordingly, if they provide any assistance, it is not a sacrifice or altruism from him, but rather a kind of "trade", that is, the exchange of interests and benefits.

But wait, why the fuck am I in an office working? How did I get here? I work as a model, not as a consultant of purchases. What the fuck is happening? Is this a dream? It could be a lucid dream, but this is a nightmare for me. I never have nightmares because I am always in control of my dreams and I am at peace with my subconscious and ego. This is confusing, think Eros, think Eros... All I can remember is scaring the shit out of Lucky Blaze and going home. Something is missing... There was this man that I was going to fight... YES! The Hanged Man.... But how did I jump from there to this office? This is his ability, what was its name again? These memories are so foggy... Yes, PAPRIKA. I see. This is a dream, after all, his dreamcatcher tattoo gives more sense to what is happening now. Also, it makes sense how I popped into an office without even remembering how I got to this office. You never really remember the beginning of a dream, you always wind up in the middle of what's going on. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW! Kichil said that all he wanted to was to be in physical contact with me, I guess that's how his ability works. He touches and good morning sunshine you're having your worst nightmare. He then tortures you in it and flips your mind upside down till you go unwillingly into a deep coma because you become so mentally damaged that your mind chooses to put you into snooze mode. I suppose that this is his plan. A series of your worst fears till you go nuts, till your bird flies. He is unlucky really because I have an unparalleled mental fortitude. The only fear I had in my life is being a slave that works his whole life in the office. Death, I don't fear it but to be more clear, I don't want to die because life is too fun right now. Now now, how should I get out of this dream? Kill me? Too risky. I feel like this guy is way too fucked up to let me out that easily. Let's try something. I took a pen and stabbed myself in the hand, and it felt very painful. I am pretty sure that any injury you receive here in the dream world is implied too in the physical world, call it intuition. The real question is if I injure Kichil, will he bleed for me in the physical world too? Well, that needs to be experimented with. The easiest way to do it is to try to injure him here, if he dodges, my theory would be right, if he doesn't, it means it doesn't impact him, and there I would have fucked up big time. How to draw Kichil's attention for him to come and try to torment me more in person? I have got an idea...