The Theater of Dr. Mabuse

In the dream. It was a party. And it was a stage. I stood with a drink in my hand as the terror rose inside me. The cold threat of death was there.

"They don't want to be saved. They want to be entertained."

"They want to escape the boredom of their boring lives. Boredom is the enemy. And we must distract them from that truth."

"They hunger for entertainment. And we are the entertainers."

"But no one would give their lives to be entertained," I countered.

"Of course they will. Everybody is dying to be a star."