A moth walks into a podiatrist's office and the doctor says "What seems to be the problem?"
The moth begins. "Problems? Doctor, I've got a lot of problems. I go to work everyday for Gregory Illinivich, and I work all day long. Quite frankly, I don't even know what I do there anymore. I don't even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows he has power over me, and this seems to make him happy. But I don't know. I wake up every morning in a malaise, walking aimlessly from this place to that. At night I wake up and look over at... some old lady on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don't know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexandria, she fell in the winter of last year. The cold took her down, doc, as it did many of us. And my other child... Greggarro Iliyavanonatovich, my son and heir... this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My boy... I don't love him. Not as I used to. It pains me to say it, but I look in his eyes, and I see a glimpse of the same cowardice I only see when... well, when I look at myself in the mirror. I feel like a spider, even though I am a moth, just hanging on to a web with an everlasting fire under me. I am not feeling well, doctor.
The doctor is taken aback. He says "Man, moth, I am sorry to hear all of this, truly. You should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why are you in a podiatrist's office?"
The moth says "Because the light was on."
The moth begins. "Problems? Doctor, I've got a lot of problems. I go to work everyday for Gregory Illinivich, and I work all day long. Quite frankly, I don't even know what I do there anymore. I don't even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows he has power over me, and this seems to make him happy. But I don't know. I wake up every morning in a malaise, walking aimlessly from this place to that. At night I wake up and look over at... some old lady on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don't know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexandria, she fell in the winter of last year. The cold took her down, doc, as it did many of us. And my other child... Greggarro Iliyavanonatovich, my son and heir... this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My boy... I don't love him. Not as I used to. It pains me to say it, but I look in his eyes, and I see a glimpse of the same cowardice I only see when... well, when I look at myself in the mirror. I feel like a spider, even though I am a moth, just hanging on to a web with an everlasting fire under me. I am not feeling well, doctor.
The doctor is taken aback. He says "Man, moth, I am sorry to hear all of this, truly. You should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why are you in a podiatrist's office?"
The moth says "Because the light was on."
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No Gods and Precious Few Heroes
