dolorous interludes.

what dreams do i have? i dont know. i forced myself to reach a point where im no longer sure what i think, dream, or envision. i seem to dream ever more remotely, about vague and imprecise things that cant be visualised. i have no theories about life.i dont know or wonder whether its good or bad. in my eyes, its harsh and sad, with delilghtful dreams interspersed here and there. why should i care what it is for others? other people's lives are of use to me only in my dreams, where i live the life that seems to suit each one.

posted by voyeur @ 9/30/2003 10:14:00 PM