angelion

Prologue

Isn’t it funny how the more you want something, the less likely you are to actually achieve it? I once knew someone who would have literally killed a man just to own an original copy of Pink Floyd’s first release. He never did get his hands on a copy, despite all his riches, but it does beg the question what truly drives a man to achieve all he desires. Is it the need to complete a collection that is still prevalent from our ancestors? Those who competed against others in some form of musical survival-of-the-fittest? On the other hand, is it something greater – something that involves ones destiny, no matter how great or insignificant? Yes, that man’s destiny may have been to merely complete the greatest Pink Floyd collection ever. It may have been to inspire someone else to realise there are much greater things than material wealth. There are those who have much more meaningful destinies, to literally change the ways of the world.

Then there are those who have no meaning at all. Those who’s mere existence is so inexplicable, they feel out of place no matter where they go and what they do. That’s where I fit in. I’m the type of guy that over-analyses the more important details of both love and life, and wonders just why we’re all here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no college professor or educated philosopher, and I don’t have many answers, but I do know what I’ve found out.

I’ve learnt that you should make a positive difference to the world. If you can make a difference, you can say you have lived. Unfortunately, I have a bad habit of never taking my own advice. For some reason, people are more than willing to tell you their minor problems, yet when it comes to discussing your own day-to-day dilemmas, they don’t want to know. We all want to know we’re loved and important to at least some people, but when it comes to me, I can honestly say the majority of people who claim to be my friends would not notice if I just got up and walked out their lives. Excluding a handful of precious people that never receive the attention they truly deserve, the majority of people abuse the friendship they share with you. Those are the people drive people like me to extremes.

There comes a point in a man’s life where the problems mount up to breaking point. For me, that breaking point was last night. I’ve tried making a difference, and although I tried, things just didn’t work out. This is how I ended up here, driving out to this desert in the middle of nowhere. Of course, it is actually a somewhere, but no one really cares enough to give it a name.

That’s always been the problem – no one cares anymore.

I guess I should introduce myself - I’m Mike, although everyone calls me Venuti. I don’t know where it came from, but the name just stuck. Some who know me as Venuti don’t even know my real name, which just goes to prove my point, but I digress. I’m Michael Catto, and these are the last moments of my life.

 

Acknowledgements

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