Life and its Double
Mile Blanche de Glace

Today I went outside! Outside into the halls of Rapture. And I found myself beside myself! Oh, how I love this war! The aromas! The sweet roasting of flesh, and the exquisite nasal burn of sulfur. The air ripe with the moans of defeat, the bellowings of victory! Such drama, and all so real. This, this is what the theater can never be, this is life!