There are 8,782 locks but only one Key. The buzzing seeks the key. Pernicious and Malignant One, it is she. I know it but there are holes in my mind and when I drift the holes fill with the incomprehensible. I speak words I don’t recognize. I hear myself, I am a stranger, a being out of space and time. I am not from here. Ravings of a lunatic mind.