And briefly this morning, I felt vilification. Briefly I felt desire to bump into you, and thus to look through you. Something finally broke, and I’d almost BEG one word spoken, just to humiliate you. For so long I’ve kept believing it is me, but it isn’t. It wasn’t. I really want to go to the show now, and I’d love to watch your falsified ego crumble with one word from my lips.