//the new //the old
//and
me //connections //if
you're leaving // the honours
//the usual
It's fifteen minutes since I realized it's one in the morning. Weird, my perception of time; I was expecting more minutes to have passed. But things are hardly as one would ever expect, because we can never feel like we know anything. It's against the rules.
I wish I knew more. But then I think of Fantasy Island-esque consequences and wonder if I should be happy in blessed ignorance. But no, I can't be. Even in the pain of wisdom I would be happier just knowing. It would be safer to know. Plus you wouldn't waste time wondering.
I'm not feeling enough lately. Dangerous how you could cut your hand off and not even know. Because you don't feel it.