When the stage lights are off you hope that the madness will go with the show. Deep down you pray that it is only an act for the final scene. But the show is only a mask, the real madness begins with the curtain closing. And there is no applause and overture, there is no end to this. As the stage sinks in darkness, my mind chokes on dust left by generations of fear. Fear and delusion of interrupted nightmares. It all comes into one larger scene of mad resolutions and anger. And somehow I am both amazed and afraid and strangely drawn to this dark scene. I’m gone now.