Anarchy is coming......Anarchy and destruction and I feel it with all my logic and skin. I read it everywhere, in people''s eyes, in children''s footsteps, in the wolf''s haul. And I am going to be part of it....May be not in the first lanes but definitely tasting the fresh blood from the collide. Like the feeling of a young girl in a school line . Standing alone and feeling like she is the only pulsing heart in the whole universe. And the priest slowly walking along the line and splashing his wholly water. She swallows it and wants to make a step forward. The only thing that stops her is the thought of what the priest will do. What will he do if this little humble girl makes a step ahead? Will she ever do it?