The mood is no better than yesterday. But i am past caring. Or at least, i am pretending not to care. Which i am good at – i mean pretence. i could pretend i am hurt when my soul is somersaulting inside in joy. i could pretend i am happy when my heart is being broken into smithereens. Maybe this world is pretence. We go through it taking it for real.
Maybe i have crossed into the other world. Or hanging somewhere in between sanity and insanity.
Please tell me whether the moon is waxing or waning.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
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