What this elicits is the
bleakest day leading to
one night’s emblematic
elation. I only represent
the villain in this dramatic
conclusion, but I am not
evil. No bad guy, me. Him,
he bad. Did you hear who
said what? Who noticed the
character folding into a death
star? Do these things always
require a catalyst? One day
good, the next bad? I must be
the villain. I was never any good.
