Imagine a world devoid of imagery. Dark, dank, putrid and rank. Sullen souls, sullenly slithering slothfully downwards on slippery serrated slipways into a realm of debauchery.

Does such a world as this exist. Is this the existence that each of us enlist enough energy zapped, exuberance strapped, earnings capped endomorphs to sit back and examine the examinations of the examiners who's sole purpose is to purposefully persuade enough of us to simply cease to exist.

So imagine. Better yet. You don't have to. The very thought of it had already morphed the malevolence of the maniacal masterminds to already make the unimaginable manageable and make believers of what is no longer make believe.