Bizarre fantasy life where he is sorting out intruders with an antique knife - when in reality his security would have shot them way before they got anywhere near his bedroom.
Is all he's living, now. If he just retreated into it, that would be fine; problem is, he's trying to force us all to live in it. Capitalism may be creating its own emperor, and he's Caligula.
Bizarre fantasy life where he is sorting out intruders with an antique knife - when in reality his security would have shot them way before they got anywhere near his bedroom.
maybe it's for dealing with disappointed lovers?