I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.

Me when it's the urge to violence and blood (this is a sense of my existence)

1993, Russian constitutional crisis

Walter De Maria, The Lightning Field, 1973-79, New Mexico