I often find myself in a small,
crystalline room when I
lose touch with reality. The simple
stimulus of my eyelids coming together rushes me with the
cold air of my
private cave. It is here where I can
invoke the solitary
power of my
identitity, here where
my body is music. The
frost here thaws my
mind, and I am
god.
I suspect that if anyone were to penetrate the intangible crystal walls, the room itself would shatter; I would be left defenseless under the burning sky. My power here is so intertwined with solitude that whatever breaches one cannot but ruin both. Do not ask me why I would welcome anyone to this holy place. Your coming here would undoubtedly violate every ounce of my privacy, but somehow I welcome you. Kill me it may; I want nothing more than to share this place with you.