the road greets me with a message 

 

I know

         ….you do

 

 

 

 

from a page; he said to her

 

 

In the film V for Vendetta he imprisons her and pretends to be her neighboring cell mate next door with secret messages stuffed through the wall….she became emotionally dependent on those little notes; how often I’ve thought of that film since I saw it years ago.why?as the film was a departure from the the original creator’s vision;but somehow there was something in the film that called to that dark place within me.that terrifying deep dark place where the brutality of the human experience is so terrible that you know once there had been something pure.and the childish hope that good conquers evil is blasted to hell with such fury that ….the armor fits like a second skin once molded from the fires to your back