DYSTOPIA By C. Wain (Patamu Registry number: 72695) I am a ruined man. Disfigured… my features quite lost, for I shall never feel warmth again. I've never loved anyone nor was I loved by my kin, until I met that… that… argh, the words won’t exit my mind and transfix into this mouldy scrap of paper, no matter how hard I hold this metal pen of mine. My hands tremble as sorrowful memories fill my feeble mind and weaken my trembling spirit. It is too late for ease of mind, I know, for now I have lost everything. My life… my life I swear for the ability of sight to overpass this accursed world and behold the ethereal. To glimpse but for an instant, at her artificial smile once again. May you, stranger, and yet my single and most revered listener, forgive me for my frantic writing. But I cannot help it. Oh, woe! A reject amongst the mindless, indifferent crowd surrounding me. It was on a night like this that our first meeting took place. As the thunder slashed open the