An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - I see this man, and I can't help but see a reflection of myself, almost as if I'm looking directly into a mirror. The world around me is chaos. My pride and ambition have been suppressed or entirely stripped away. I sit here not frozen in fear, but exhibiting a lack of action due to the ambivalence I feel from the events around me. The indifference inside of me scares me, but I would never let anyone know that. Instead, I will just look straight into life's camera and ask, 'When does it end?'
