There is a man trapped in his own mind and body, doomed to live and die replaceable, his experiences are copies of grand ideas, he imitates and imitates and imitate before nothingness contains him.

He sees himself a dying old man, so he works hard and saves money for treatment, he despises pain and disease yet he’s too weak to close his own curtain when the play is complete. He may not roam, there is a job in the morning and kids to take care of. Sure there are holidays and weekends, but we are so easily conditioned, routine blunts our edges.

There is also anxiety and worry, chemical mental prisons, another reason to go home, sleep, and repeat.

Is it a crime to kill this man? Do we owe this man to society? Does society punish us for slaying this abomination?

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