Somehow, this one of the most penetrating and hard hitting quotes I have ever read. What is anarchy without a bizarre psychotic streak anyway? The wolf's face..streaked in hard lines of bronze linen... sand lines of bronze dust upholding the slanting black liquid pools swarming in unconscious maddening and sadistic joy...It's like a little sick rattling boy speaking the language of sadism through getting himself the most hard hitting scars that sent the child in him who buried his father onto a trip of tumult. of violence. But that very torment..that very symbol of anarchy within the loveless child within him made him come back from the dead..but also made himself nothing but a stranger.A stranger to his conscience , and a maddening , psychotic wolf on the leash who is as important as an imported rich bag of leather is , to the world.
You see the man who has lost every ounce of sanity collide and clash with a five year old child clapping at his own creations and the petty arrangements of his toys...and the child in him made the whole world around him a set of action figures with a delirious , arrogant , narcissistic yet harmless kid who loves arranging and dominating everything around him..and when the toys play around him and give him irreplaceable scars..you see a manic depressive personality..every action figure has a name...whther it's "wifey"...or "sasu maa"..or his direction of every life's particular brim of a particular scene which only he can cut and pack up on about. When the unfulfilled psycho sexual stages of a disoriented child meets the stream of the irrevocable scars of a man...
You meet a morbid , intimidating and heart breaking agent of anarchy...whose heart brims to the world after orchestrating his land of sadism..and then kneels on his knees and mutters , "Do you care to see my scars?"