As a little girl I was taught to follow rules, to follow them closely to escape life’s ghouls. So, ever since then I played within the rules, as I trusted the rule makers’ rules tools. Until my rule world got shattered as I saw selfish rule makers leaving us battered, as I realised rule makers made rules for themselves, leaving free stories only for unused bookshelves. So now I break mind rules to cope with my pain. At least if only in my imagination I gain. As I am not courageous enough to break the actual rules that I have learnt to falsely trust as security from the ghouls.