Unreadable. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers. And we can only read a few. And those perhaps not accurately. The words above struck my heart's chords. So surreal. So true. "I'm sure he thinks yada yada yada..." You utter those words with such confidence, but are you really that sure? Isn't there a splinter of doubt that you could be wrong? Big mouths sink ships, I agree. Mostly because, simply because, you'll never know how those words would sound in the listeners' ears. Humans can be so unforgivable, you know. They penalise you so harshly when you take a wrong step, made a mistake. Why? I believe it's because this way, they will divert people's attention onto you. Divert from what? From the glaring possibilities that they could be you. Wipe that smile off your face. You know it's true. All of us knew. Most of us are hiding what we really are underneath. So do I. Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in a civilised world. Society is a masked ball, where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding. He cannot be more fucking right. | 