I Am The Messenger : Chosen to Care.

"Christ, it's deafening. Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and know I'm right. It's like I've been chosen. Chosen for what? I ask.

The answer's quite simple:

To care."

I think I've found the drive for most artists. They try the walls of society, and see what it can take. Sometimes, the boundaries will change with the art movement, others will reject it, even though they know it cannot be destroyed. I think other artists try to make something different, and see how people will take it.

I'm not sure which this book is trying to do (conciously or subconciously), but it's really good so far. It's unlike anything I've ever read, really. It's about Ed, an underage taxi driver, who finds this card in the mail. This card has different adresses on it, and he soon becomes the messenger. Granted, he doesn't want to become the messenger.

It really gets you to think. In this uncaring world of ours, is there something or someone who actually does care about the poor, mangled souls crying out in pain? (Hello, melodramatic wording. It's nice to meet you.) Or will people be forced to care?