the narrator

You’d be surprised how many people constantly deceive themselves, and how few of them don’t fight against it. It was the kind of city that hurt to think about too long. The times were harsh and the people were even harsher. Like an arm that falls asleep and feels like it’s swarming with ants. These numb creatures forget why they breathe and struggle. They crawl amongst themselves, as if shrouded in ignorance, unable to tarry or question. My mind feels numb and I’m ready to call the exterminator. Spare none.

(Excerpt from the script I am currently working on.)

**Edit- Alot of this has changed from my current script. I might post bits later on. I'm not sure yet. Probably talking to myself. Whatever.