He types slowly. He takes his time to quietly accept what is going on. "Especially things like authority, aging, and wealth." "I don't care about anything anymore," he says. Because of this, he realizes he has convinced himself that "there is nothing to be afraid of." In the distance, he hears the sound of sirens. He waits, trusting the man's words. ...But the more he listens, the more the sound grows. This pile of damn garbage...