you're so sweet and sour [double double lives]
I find it's never good to fall ill and have a full day of reflections rain down upon you like nobody's business. That mixture of the past renewing itself and becoming something different and that feeling of estrangement. I am haunted by her image - I can't tell if it's generic or beautiful. In porn clips, in film, in my dreams. All there serving as mirror. I oscillate between walking on eggshells and then folding in on myself wondering if I'm deliberately stomping on them. Too much self-consciousness can't be a good thing.