Oct 22, 2008 21:47
I'm just as empty as you are, and you are just as empty as I am.
I am afraid that if I get shaken up, all the compartmentalized pigeons will fall out, fall out, scatter, make shapes I cannot read, and all that will be left will be the pigeon holes; but how can you account for termites? Never say never; termites always around the corner.
In my moments of lucidity, I think about the blue sky and I am frightened beyond belief. But everything I say is a lie. Take that as you will.