I crave objectivity. I crave verification. The part of me that sees this crazy behaviour is trapped, and cannot scream. There is no relativity, no datum. Right and wrong, already subtle, slip and slosh fluidly.
No-one sees me. I am even more invisible than I was before. Not even now a flashing smile to bring attention my way.
Someone somewhere sees and knows.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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