Eyes fill with wonder, fixated on the golden light atop the tree decorated delicately. To understand their wonderment, their collective value on such an object. I hope I'm never so foolish. As I wonder the winter night I look around for signs of unfrozen souls as miserable as myself. Most would just waste their time "warming" themselves up with a brew. Not I, I want to be sober when I give God the finger. I keep myself warm with apathy. I wander the night merely to see some jackass attempt some stupid shit like someone inevitably does every year. I don't honestly understand what it is about watching the goings on of this crazy creature called human. Perhaps, I'm out of my fucking mind. Perhaps, I'm the only sane one. But those are the thoughts of a man insane are they not?

Happy Arcuied day.