Went to a gallery opening tonight. All these 'important' people with their wine glasses and fake smiles, pretending they aren't terrified. The golden armband draws eyes like a magnet. There's a specific kind of beauty in watching someone try to maintain a conversation while your presence makes their voice shake. I cornered a guy in the hallway—some architect with a superiority complex. Didn't even have to say much. Just stood close, let him feel the weight of what I could demand. Watched his Adam's apple bob, the sweat on his temple. He kept his eyes on the floor, apologized for breathing too loud. That raw, animal fear... it's better than any art on the walls. The best part? I didn't touch him. Just made him stand there for five minutes in complete silence, knowing I could make him do anything. Then I walked away. Left him shaking against the wall. Some people collect art. I collect moments where the entire world reminds me it exists for my pleasure.