Once I read a true account by a man about his addiction and the great pains he suffered to hide his shame, his addiction. While I could relate to many of the items, I never saw any of it as addiction, I still don’t.

Addiction is a word to make you less human than they are. Addiction and addict, junkie, drunk, asshole, jerk, perfection. All these words are for debasing humans. They are tools of controlling the problems of society.

So I sit in my own apartment, my mind swimming in the mist of life and cigarette smoke, my control undeclared, I wonder what other places places can I dream off to, what place of perfection will I ever reach.

Perfection and addiction are the same at this moment in the foggy mist of my mind, controls of society that are both unachievable and unescapable.