So much fighting. So much stubborness. So deep runs the need to be right. And with this need to be right comes the need for you to be wrong. I'm at war! The problem is when you're at war there are no real winners. Even if you win you're fucked because war in itself is fucked.

I'm internally at war. I fight with the world but really I fight with myself. Who is this self that I fight with? Evil Duke? Is it evil Duke vs Super Duke? Where's the real Duke? I'm searching for him. This is who I want to surrender to. The peaceful one. The wise one.