This is originally a short story posted on my "stories" page at mohammadshehata.com. This audio adaptation contains many outrageous ad-libs which reshaped the original story in a surprisingly delightful way. Consider all of my work basically me throwing paint at your face and you're so in love with me it arouses you to be degraded. Words have no meaning beyond the structure that they build; the image they form, as a whole, a whole which can never be fully comprehended.