This Ain't Right
This Ain't Right You own the voices in your head, but who owns their dreams, forces them into the hole, or into the fields, threatens to take their families. Worse, who owns you, a dreamer, or lobsters you've given power to. It may seem as though it's an abbé or advisor but what if it flatters like a sophist or worse insinuates itself into these private dreams, steers you to do that which would have been unthinkable. What if it's a spy. What if it's Iago?
