ONE

I suppose you could say that I am a loner. A throw-back from the Bohemian days of reclusion. I am not comfortable being around people. I prefer to look at them from afar.

I’m not entirely comfortable with the notion but there you have it. Others tend to become, well, they tend to become - inconvenient. If I were to show even the slightest bit of interest, I’m afraid they’d attempt to engage me into an obligatory conversation. And then? So, you can imagine my dilemma when certain ’characters’ started shuffling about in my head. And the problematic quandary is, I think I have to actually think about this new development.

Conundrum.

I have been trying to figure out just where these others are taking me, but since the destination, apparently, is unknown to them as well, I have decided to just go along for the ride and not query them lest they become engaged.

I suppose I am waiting for a wild card, an unpredictable wild card that never comes when it should. Have I been looking so hard for the messenger that I have failed to see the message? Is it too much to hope for that what evils have been lived in a past life will undo themselves in this one?

Madness. Distraction.

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Foto by Angela

Solitude

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