Untitled Andrea Capere, Sociology ‘13 I am gas-lighted irrational, this complex rage “quiet down now you are just imagining things” I am an extinguisher as I float in the room on teetering heels the laughter softens because I am far too delicate and also I am the joke I am pilot-lit ignitable just waiting for a reason to engulf I am arson painted in gasoline carrying a match after all, I was asking for it.
16 The Matrix