The papers are strewn with the stories of apparent vigilante movements. The rights bleeding their beliefs that the vigilantes are plaguing society and are much a part of the degradation of civil life as those who rape, murder and even the paedophiles. The left scream that these vigilantes are saints, the people of the future movement bringing judgement to those destroying what’s becoming.      Unfortunately the vigilantes like angels cannot fly on the support of a single wing, and many have fallen as Icarus himself, slaughtered by the sun of society’s degradation. I am no saint, no hero, just a gargoyle perched watching a concrete jungle destroy itself, watching these ants running amok.

            I sit in vast glass monolith for five days a week working nine ’til five, I have an hours lunch break and the odd coffee break. Working in IT means I’m watching a screen, typing and reading through  endless spreadsheets. This means I stare at a spreadsheet for around seven hours a day for five days a week for 48 weeks a year. Thus I’m incinerating that fucking spreadsheet into my retinas for 1680 hours a year for the next thirty years. The prospects of being promoted dwindles with the mass numbers of nobodies cluttering the hundreds of desks. I only have experience in this world of IT. This is my life until the day I retire with a below average pension.

            I could rid the world of this floor of a hundred empty headed fools. I would merely have to fill every other computer on this floor with a small amount of hexamethylene triperoxide diamine, created in an ice bath using thirty percent hydrogen peroxide, hexamine, which I can find in all barbecue fire-lighters, citric acid and water. Just enough powder in each monitor to blow out this floor but leave the structural integrity of the building in tact. But alas all these clones are content with their families, their simple lives and who am I to take that from them. It is those who do take that from them that I seek, that I kill, that I torture.

            This world has become my playground, I have grown to live with no fear. There is nothing in this reality I treasure, this is why I watch. A voyeur of sinners whom I will destroy. Others have much to love and live for and this is the only beauty that is left in the decadence. I will maintain this, I will make all those bent on destroying it, hurt.