Some days even the most mundane objects stare back with sinister eyes. I see everything as an agent of coercion and control: street signs, automatic doors, vending machines.
Ran into the Cardinal today. Haven't seen much of him lately. And no wonder. He is in love--in love with the idea that the inconceivably wealthy Siberia Kirchhoff is going to be his ticket out. If that sounds a bit cynical on my part so be it. If you want cynical, you've come to the right place cause cynical is one thing we got plenty of.
He wants me to come to a party Siberia is giving tomorrow--Zone of
Personal Enrichment. Better make sure I have something clean to