When they asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up, he said he wanted to disappear, just like his Father.

At first, they said he was in trouble because he wore a watch but couldn't tell the time. Then they said that it was because he refused to eat his school lunch [they had confiscated his 'special lunch', claiming it 'excluded the other children']. He didn't understand the special smiles that they exchanged with one another, how could he?

They snicker, exchange whispers, spiteful laughter. Like children. He sits and waits, dreams of the outside world turned grey and cold. Even green is grey.

"Is this a drug thing? "

"I think of it more as a disease thing. Imagine it's Sunday, 3 or 4am. You've got a mild disease, and you're slightly curdled. Maybe influenza. It's a flu groove."  Chris Morris.

Rollo