A dark silhouette of a man in a suit lead on by a long sleek shadow slowly makes its way down the dim lit street. Shoulders slanted and shoes shining in the night. Each step taken on a second like clockwork. The sound of his feet in the quiet of the night would bring most to the door of madness. A madman himself, he finds beauty in the sinister and salvation in damnation. "Way too serious to be taken serious.", they used to say. Now irony has his story turned inside and around. Nothing is serious anymore.
Looks like the joke's on you.
