I always feel like somebody’s watching me. And I have no privacy. Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me. Who’s playing tricks on me? – Rockwell
There is a fine art to lurking. One cannot simply hang out in the shadows and act all broody and mysterious. Like all arts one must first learn the rules. Once the rules are known and habit practiced one can develop ones own lurking style.
No human monster manifests whole and complete. Such people are made not born. They are crafted by other human monsters or by living through human drven monstrous events. Yet they remain human. Perhaps that is the greatest tragedy.