Dream Junkie

He’s been seating for too long in front of his computer. His fingers move by themselves. The keys are pressed continuously. Who he was has been forgotten. In the beginning he just pretended to be someone else, and then he wrote like he was something else. The policeman became the thief, the believer became the atheist, the abstinent became the whore and finally the man became a void. Now, a piece of meat, with its own will, creates what he never had the courage to become.