Racoon King: man transformed into a racoon at an early age, body robbed of him given into a community that has no sway, has little intelligence in his eyes Self-disgust Forced into leadership
Pavement kings
Limbs torn from one another bodies in half one half digested by the gods the other discarded
A life spent well in isolation A routine of tea, coffee, home-made bread A life worth living, even with nobody else in it Demonstrating to oneself the worth of living even without another soul in it
Are humans supposed to live alone? We are the social creature, aren't we? How then do we live in this era? And why do so many choose isolation?
I prefer to live alone because I want a safe space... Yes, this is the only safe space I've ever known... A safe space to express my emotions without anybody else knowing Expressing emotions openly is an incredibly dangerous thing Humans are incredibly dangerous things Precisely because we need them.
This economy, This world, It divorces us from ourselves Allowing one side to flourish while rejecting the other We are meant to be whole