Initiating the mission.

This morning feels different. I feel different. Indifferent. It’s as if there’s a hidden tune, an underlying melody of tension and excitement, playing in the universe this morning. And only I can hear its secret pulse.

Got an email from the national television again. No time to reply, screw it. Screw them. The mission is the priority.

I rather do what I do nowadays; avoid being caught by the authorities.