i wish i was born in the 1700s. i would have been a simple village idiot, i’d have tended to my cows and played my lute, carefree. but time has conspired to take my peace from me, by placing me in this moment in time. this moment of turmoil and strife. every evening i beg for release from the iron bonds of this mortal coil, and every morning i am mocked by my awakening.