Chapter Eight
Spot The Indifference
I have passion; don’t ever think otherwise. Sometimes it almost devours me, gathering rapidly and mushrooming inside, clouding my thoughts and threatening to wrest away all self-control. Other times I simply do not give even the slightest damn, not about anything. This has been the case since I was young but now it is growing stronger almost by the day. It is the essential trait that will allow me to blossom. Your grandmamma has died? I’m afraid I really couldn’t care less. You might potentially lose a leg to cancer? So? You’ve got another one! Your son has just had his spleen removed following some dreadful accident that saw him impaled upon railings? Yawn. Got any pictures? My coldness doesn’t even bother me. It means I am stronger and better protect
