Staring through a glass of water
April 25, 2002
I see… I see a strange calm settling in the water. A quiet sense of security that is about to be rudely awakened by a violent shake of the glass. The tranquility will be no more. Turbulent storms will erupt shaking the glass and everything inside to the verge of ruin. The water will no longer be crystal clear because somewhere along the shaking, foreign particles were introduced. This demonized water will be poison to those who still believe in it. This glass as we know it, is dead.
In a few hundred years, scholars will read that and think I’m some amazing prophet that predicted some terrible catastrophe. Much to the styling of Michel de Nostrodame, they will call me, Leungus.
