Pardon me for being the bringer of what news should have been logical sense to you regardless but heed my words, ladies and gentlemen, that the institution of love is but a grand illusion, a provisional solution for the foolish and insecure. It’s an illogical state of being at which one imprudently looks to another for solace when they, alone, are all that is necessitated. One needs only a single light to guide them through the nebulous shrouds of existence. Be weak and frail, my compatriots, but I remain resolute, defiant and I shall love, though I shall love, alone.













