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WIthin the institution of society, there is a desire for the dramatic. A plea that the every day world and routines that are walked and checked is pierced with the spear of the abnormal. The cries seem deafening to one who listens for them. It is not so much that they want a tragedy, but if it happened, some would feel a sense of relief for the break of mundane work in a mundane world. That is part of the gray area, for nothing at all is in black and white. If one added but a splash of color to their world, even a dab, it may become something entirely new. But this is not how it works. Instead, people feel the need to either create, watch or jump into the drama of life. Be it by viewing a movie and watching someone else have to deal with the pains of understanding or deciding they would much rather sleep with their significant other's best friend. The line of extremes is thick and thin and all the while, creates the same euphoria of living something more than a plain, unchanging sequence of time. And all the while, it could also be what causes someone's life to become a silent film of the early 1900's without a plot and an easily guessed end. The dependence on this drama fuels the need for more and even larger forms of the dramatic. It becomes the liquid cocaine in the needle pushing through the skin and puncturing the artery of life. An addiction that cannot be easily remedied and will leave a never-ending impression on the memories of the brain.