[ WP ] He triggers the greatest terrors of humanity , but he does it for love .

He ca n't resist it, deny it, control it. Everything is ending now. Everything is colliding inward, apart, crumbling into something that does n't resemble anything. It is all his fault. 
 
 The social order, it has existed till now, citizens following lines. Citizens inside the lines, behind the lines. Souls behind souls behind souls. All are waiting with anticipation. Waiting, as if seized machines awaiting service in precession. Silently longing for fuel, these machines. The line moves slow, languid, limp. 
 
 They are not him. He is different. He has to be different, he must have it now. He needs it now, more than ever, more than them. This want, this need, it is the moment to break code. He knows. To push crowd, to part crowd, glaring eyes be damned. He must. It is not his moment in their eyes, but he will take it. And he does. 
 
 Unkind words rise in a swell behind him, a turbulent wave of moral voice. It only accelerates him quicker, quicker, quicker to the counter. He wants first place, front of the line. All he needs is coffee. All he loves, is coffee.
