The blaze from the trees spreads to tablecloths and crêpe paper - a chain reaction so brilliantly spectacular and terrible, I ache to be a part of it...to devour and destroy, then relish in the plunder. I could do it. I could stand here amid the flames, let them lap at my skin, and laugh in a death-defying haze - because they belong to me. Furthermore, I could watch the world crumble and then dance, triumphant,in the snowfall of ash left behind. All I have to do is set the power free. Escape the chains of my humanity, let madness be my guide.

Unhinged