Façades and Fallacies…
Why am I so terrified… of everything? It gets so much in the fracking way, when it takes twenty minutes to cook a five minute meal because I’m scared to even touch the oven, when I freeze half to death in hotel rooms because I’m scared to turn the heater on… and yet, the most dangerous situation I’m ever in – wandering around the streets in the middle of the night – I’m perfectly happy. Why don’t I make sense!?
What is it that makes me want so badly to rip up everything I see, tear through it to find out what’s behind… what’s really there behind the props… why can’t I just be satisfied that a wall is a wall is a wall?
I hate being made up of extremes… you always hit 6 feet to one side of the mark -.-
