Language is like a casino. ‘Everyone’s a winner!’ is the scent on the air. The half-naked women accost you as though welcoming you home; ‘drinks are on the house!’. The air is festive and fraught with the promise of sudden enlightenment. Soon, you forget there’s a living world outside, that you’re in the castle of The Vampire. It’s eating you alive, and — the more you lose, the more compelling the illusions become…