Before dying
Before dying, I will throw a plague against you, but while it does not happen I machine what I could do.
I think in any way. I will be cruel, you will have read publicly the reporters from public departments of art and culture from those ordinary authoritarian countries from the last decades.
Naturally, if you had not any literary knowledge, I would elect you as the must of the world in art and culture to be a candidate to exchange positions with any actual and singular dictatorship.
They accept any purpose. As stupid as they are, they will support you.
It is until now my plague. I imagined you making some homage to slavers, misogynistic, ageist, country heroes or on the contrary such is the same.
If you do not have as to do that. I wait for you at the hell door.
Wait, and you will see.