the mirror inverts things.

Every word that has ever been said and every idea that has ever taken a verbal stance, voiced out in the name of everything nameless, futile intervention to the process of forgetting.
Because the masses are clamoring for validity, for a trustful justification of desires gone wild. Gone rogue, for the sake of satisfaction, beyond any uniform sense of need. The masses want symmetry, to hide behind equivalence as if it was just another way to ensure survival.
Eternal dissatisfaction. Longing for the thirst itself, just to know there is still something in me that wants.