I circled the neighborhood several times as it neared evening, watching the bestial masses gathering onto the street, each endeavoring to find some way to find their nut. While deeply disgusted, I was nevertheless intrigued. I envied them. Nothing bothered them, nothing occupied their mind, nothing except their next meal, next sleep, and next fuck. No self consciousness, as that requires a level of self awareness not yet achieved by this crowd. Purely bestial, entirely unchained, entirely wild.
Could they be hunted like beast? Could I simply pull out my pistol and harvest them as one would wild game? I imagined myself doing so, and imagined myself pulled out of my car and ripped apart by the unruly crowd, limbs pulled in all directions, my blood decorating the animal faces, pouring into the gutters. The retribution of the righteous crowd. I shook myself back into reality just as I ran the red light.
Why fight the crowd? Was this fantasy some manifestation of spiteful envy? I considered parking and joining them in their hedonistic evening, losing myself to the sin which filled the air. After all, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves, even to the point of forgoing all inhibition. Could I find the virtue in the bestial? “Perhaps another night,” I uttered to myself as I started driving back to my apartment.
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