A ferocious maniac with no sense of benevolence or empathy for others. The terror within manifests as anger erupting into uncontrollable rage and violence. Frustrated sadness of something caught in a trap. Excruciating existence alleviated by gnarled arguments won through twisted logic and delusional core beliefs of alcohol being a benign presence.
A kind soothsayer of mystic imaginings baffled by the enormity of life but trusting in the inherent goodness of humanity, leans on a lamppost; the phosphorus illumination almost other-worldly in it’s blessed oddity.
These two entities inhabit the same world, a cacophony of sounds, a plethora of emotions and a cornucopia of possibilities often pissed up the wall. The wall, a barrier to recovery now strewn with steaming urine, a stagger and skip and a minor trip, a stumble, bumble and eyes open…how did I get here? What happened last night? A swirling vortex of dread, its eye a chasm of deathly stillness with irretrievable memories of the absurd.