DREAM OF A SLAVE I want to be carried, heavily sedated, into a waiting aircraft. I want to collapse from nervous exhaustion. I want to bow my head like Samson and bring down with me the top ten advertising agencies. I want to see the little bosses vanish like harmless fairies. I want the pantomime to be over, the circus empty. I want what is real to establish itself, my children to prevail, to live happy ever after in this world that worships the preposterous. It is better to be a scribe than hacking at the salt mines, heaving the building blocks. Everybody wants to be a scribe. But I want out. I want non-existance. A passive dream, a future for my children.
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