For Apel

These people bicker and fight over conflicting viewpoints. They stand valiant whilst vindicating their beliefs. Any attempt to restore order is met with equal resistance to keep anarchy. All the while, the society searches for a common enemy, a scapegoat, a target for the people's anger. Someone with power. In their eyes, all the problems of the world can be pinned on a single individual. This classroom, this tiny room in the middle of the country, represents society and its inner workings to a near perfection. A clone, one might say. Few people agree on anything, and the anger continues to rise. Yet here, on the brink, I observe the downfall of civilization. A neutral entity, who's only purpose is to record the actions of others. To set in stone the events that led to cataclysmic failure. In this classroom, a new breed of society is formed. A future generation of American citizens.

And so the seeds of chaos are sown.