A Milky Holocaust

              The misty fog of a Monday morning makes your eyes small and dreary. It makes you huddle into a little ball after haven woken up. The fog deprives you of seeing the sun rise. The fog impedes you to discover when the world is first illuminated. It's a blinding, impairing your eyes of what the world beholds. In a way, these smoky clouds defend you from the horrible winds that are occurring outside. They are shields, they will keep your mind and body sound. This same fog is a treatment doctors have developed to keep their patients dozy and oblivious to everything. How exactly is this fog comforting to the Chief? Do the patients overall appreciate this operation because they don't feel "as insane" afterwards? Blurry vision signifies a world not seen clearly. Although everything lies still and neat, the fog alters the eyes, causing everything to be seen distortedly. The Chief enjoys living within a lie, within a world of perfect smeariness. 

             The fog is like a perfume, intoxicating those who wear it. Leaving those who smell it mesmerized, tranquil and bathed in a sweet scent; the scent of society.

            The fog machine is like a dreaming machine. It permits those who "ride" it to fall into a limbo, where nothing around them is definite. No man or woman is one hundred percent existant. None of the terrifying screams are real. So how can it be proven that the fog is real? What exactly is the fog? Is it an imaginary zone of unawareness? Or is it an intoxicating smolder, invading those minds who just don't adapt to society's creation? "But if they don't exist, how can man see them. 80" The fog is real. Maybe not to everyone, but it is to someone. Creation lies in a creator. So if a person designs a world of his/her own, it exists because that person lives in it.

          The fog isn't literally a treatment, but it can be a self-protecting mechanism used by the Chief. This character is described as silent, reticent and mysterious, who in some way feels inadequate in the mad house. Nevertheless, at times his perception of the world becomes distorted and changes the readers view on this innocently sane human.

           It secludes the mind from illusions. It takes their power away. Nevertheless, for this reason these try to escape from the fog. For they become victims of horrible tortures from "inexistant" men who fool with their minds. "They start the fog machine again and its snowing down cold and white all over me like skim milk, so thick I might even be able to hide in it if they didn't have a hold on me. 7" The Chief is imprisoned. The fog has captivated his body and embraced it. The Chief has no where to go once the fog gets him. This might as well be the worst crime ever committed. It is a milky holocaust; captivating their victims from the soles of their feet, to every spectacle of their hair.