We were like orphans – academic orphans. We were like stray kittens. Strays … Abandoned. We’re like foundlings. Wild creatures brought inside. Raised in kindness.
In Kindness? No – as some kind of experiment. We were brought inside to do the outside’s work. We here because we do not belong here. Because we’re not of this.
We’re savants, of a kind. Savants … servant of the farce. Farce actors in Livia’s drama. That’s all we are. Playing out her sick fantasies. Dancing in our chains, for her amusement.
Livia’s occupied our minds. For the worst. For the very worst. We’re doing her sick bidding. We’re contorting ourselves. Destroying ourselves. Willingly!
And she isn’t even here. She isn’t here to laugh as we dance. To watch us do all our drunken stuff. To enact her fantasies. That’s all we do.
Why don’t we have any dignity? Why can’t we live our own lives?
Because left to ourselves, what would we have done? Just sunken lower and lower into our part time abyss. Livia saved us, motherfuckers.
Livia brought us here to play a part in her sick game. That’s all.
Work in Progress 