October 20th, 2007
n.w.w.
A moment, for me, but not. When was I here before? Maybe I’ve been here all my life and it just slows down to now for an instant, for me to realize it. This has been, and will be, my life. Am I outside, or in? Can I avoid it? Should I make a pretense? Maybe we’re all wearing masks, from the second we dream until the day we die and our time is up.
