Empty of empathy, a room of sycophants, listen to the emperor of doom and gloom. Thick lies are strewn about. It is a sad thing coming out of the face of that lying mouth. The house will crumble. Each day there’s a new crack. The emperor’s paranoia, fierce as a flood, storms through orchards and the city streets. Everything he touches will rot before it … Continue reading The Emperor’s Paranoia by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal