agentofoblivion

In the beginning, I was small and I knew very little. The world was big and had much of interest to learn.

As time went on, I grew bigger and the world seemed smaller, I learned some and the more I knew the less I wanted to know. But I continued to learn mostly through trauma and tribulation, sometimes in exquisite conspiracy (such as being caught the one and only time I attempted to shoplift... from a bookstore... with an accomplice that was legally blind...) and other times in bone-crushing tragedy (like being struck in the face by a drunk stepfather for being present in my room... only to be forced to bury his workboots behind the shed for the sake of redemption...) but all in all I am not certain that experience made the Agent a better person, though it definitely made him more interesting and better at his primary function, which is of course, the spreading of chaos.

So in recent days the Agent has been confused. He has made some changes in his life, and even let down some of the outer walls of his kingdom to allow new peasants to roam his lands. He observes them in search of something he is not sure what is, or at least wont admit, but he is not completely satisfied with the peasantry that has entered his lands and is debating exiling them. His confusion often paralyzes him and sometimes his curiosity returns him to action. But the problem with his curiosity is that it likes to play with fire and knives, and the outcome is usually a fine blend of pleasure and pain that leaves scars and fills the air with screams. These recent experiences have restored a piece of wisdom to the mind of the Agent that he had left somewhere in the darkness of his past...

You can learn more about someone from talking to them than listening to them. When you listen, you only receive what they offer to you. When you impose, you learn from gauging response. I am the active instigator, and I learn much from the quiet ones who watch me in terror.

That is all for now.

Agent.