there are things in the closet that shouldn’t be there. skeletons, and too many of them, are rattling and clunking and shaking and screaming.. their screams can only be heard by the chosen one, and the one has moved on and doesn’t want to hear it any more. the one now gone, her companions have also deserted the closet, and leave us with nothing to support the main event. ethics, compassion and morals sit on the floor, waiting for desire, interest and joy to return. no one knows where they went, nor even noticed when they left. time noticed.. but he won’t let the secret slip – time is a tricky creature and has no intention of letting any one into the game he plays.
there is a clue, it’s hiding under the bed. it’s been there so long it is covered in the dust that time leaves behind. time himself left the clue, and is waiting for someone to notice. the main event is coming – compassion can feel it, ethics agrees it should be, and morals just simply believes. but when left with nothing but feelings, ideas and belief, you can still see the same old scratch marks, still bleeding under the spotlights. there is a hideous empty feeling that is gaining strength and power over us all.
power loves playing time’s game – strategy is his forte, but the question is, does strength have enough will to beat time at his own game?