...and I've decided to devote at least 51% of my capacities to outlining a novel.

I'm just too sick of the way things are and I want to take handfuls of that dust and blow it in their faces. They may tumble down those stairs dangerously and blame me for any injuries they may struggle with and try hard to ignore it ever happened, but the bump on their heads will remind them of the truth and what really happened that they cannot avoid.

Damn, am I getting tired of this dirty society. The beautiful polished corners are available to those with the biggest stairs and why bother when all they do is go up there and polish the corners more instead of getting up there and taking a look at all of the dust.