A modern man is unmasked by a faceless man wearing a black suit in a small empty interrogation room with a metal desk in the centre. The modern man is tied to his chair and his mouth is covered with tape as the faceless man takes a seat across from him. The faceless man has a void where his face should be. The dark abyss stares the modern man in the face. The faceless man reaches his hand into the void in his face and pulls out a list of all the modern man’s unfulfilled dreams. As the faceless man places the list on the table, he says to the modern man, “you have ten words left to speak before your life ends”. The modern man’s eyes are fixed; they cannot escape the void’s seduction, yet at this very moment, the modern man yearns to look away. The faceless man adjusts his tie, reaches across the table, and rips the tape from the modern man’s lips. This is the first time the modern man is speechless. This is the first time the modern man makes silence his virtue; as the minutes become hours and the hours become days, modern man weakens. Eventually, the modern man starves to death in his silence
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