A certain amount of self control was being practiced by your humble narrator when visiting these environs. I had to reign in my base desires to pry open locked doors, and allow my more intellectual side to wander freely about the place. Such temptations are selfish, after all, and charitable respect for another’s belief system is something I’ve been trying to cultivate in myself for awhile. An angry and broken shell of something like a man, I am often small and cruel to those I’ve perceived as slighting or insulting me, and have been attempting for the last few years to not write people off. To reflect control and cool discretion in the face of derisive fury is one of my goals. Cooley-cool.
