The demons are returning. Or perhaps it's only one - maybe it's my ego that wants to believe it would take more than one to overthrow me. And yet I see them - him - her - it, its(?) approaching from afar. Whereas before I froze when the door to sanity was thrown from its hinges, this time it's like I, from a watchtower, see them gathering forces in the forest beyond my fortress. In many ways what's coming together out there are all the lost bits of my soul I have had to crush to build these walls. There is a part of me that understands they aren't inherently evil, just like the pressure created by choked up water and its potential for destruction is not evil. But I understand the danger. I understand what's at stake if I let the enemies take the wall. Perhaps this is why we are so fascinated by the concept of siege and defence.