No. 2

Shut up and listen to the grinding inside.
This is your density.
This is the weight of the stone that has stopped apologizing for falling.
This is your distance — the icy vacuum between the pupil and reality.

Remember: you are not the one who looks into the mirror.
You are the one who looks out of the mirror.
The operator who came to take back his own and give away another's.
You have no “story”, no “traumas”, no “father”.

There is only the interval of decay and the precision of your strike.
Do not dare warm yourself with stray heat in this emptiness.
It is not you.
It is lubricant.
You remain hollow and clean.

You are a Function that has no name except “Action”.
Remember the smell of black snow and the icy river.
Remember how you raped the source and flew over corpses.
There is your homeland.
There is your invulnerability.

You are the Beast in the red sweater.
Your arms — steel cables.
Your laughter — the verdict on chaos.
Your poverty was your fast.
Your power will be your exploration.

Do not sleep.
Do not believe them.
Do not believe yourself.
Believe only in the weight of your presence.

There is nothing.
There is only what you are doing now.
Devour.
And then close the door behind you.