People change in a flash. People change, painfully. I knew someone yesterday. Today I don't. The emptiness scalds me. The blanks in my life haunt me. Someone was mine yesterday. Today no more. Today she has the world, I have just myself and my misery. But it's love, they say. And I, (no, not we) shall overcome.
Random utterances on a random day: 1984. The unbearable lightness of being. Random thoughts about random books by random authors. Where is stability? - where is randomness? Rashomon. Aparajita. Visuals. Heartbreaks. Differences. Where are the appendages? Where are the disjunctions? Lost in randomness, swirling in apathy. And hence, I remain, abruptly yours, The Random Interruptor.
Sometimes it's enough that you're alive, and that you can think without the need to put everything on paper. Sometimes everything's enough, yet insufficient: because somethings, however scratchy, cannot be etched with words.