We've been here forever but no one can suspect our existence as evil. We are plague and cholera, sadness and distress, the horror of war and the indifference of the elites.

When, after twenty years of loyal service, your employer suddenly throws you out of the only place that still allows you to look at yourself in the mirror, we are the ones who urge you to open that drawer where twelve years ago you had put that gun away and suggest you load it up to demand justice. Heartbroken when your wife leaves with your money and your children, we are the ones who breathe into you the idea of opening the window and then throwing it from the tenth floor.

We whisper in your ears to better feed ourselves with your tears. We urge you to commit the ignoble act in order to tenderize your flesh and devouring you. We corrupt you to shape you in the image of our ideal.

We are the whisperers and you are ours.