Through The Looking Glass

(I love these two)


Have I been changed in the night?  Well of course I have, I change every night and I change every day, because every night and every day change me.  It's a pattern that I can't seem to break out of, or perhaps I simply don't want to.  I've been told to keep guessing, keep changing, keep rearranging.  I get rid of the old and move into the new, I make the present my past and created my future yesterday.  Cardboard boxes are stacking up outside my door, full of things I forgot long ago but can't seem to allow myself to get rid of.  Objects, not necessarily meaningful in their own right, but meaningful enough to keep around for a time.

So as I'm listening to some French girl singing over an acoustic guitar track with a trip hop beat that would sound absolutely atrocious if her voice wasn't such butter, I realize I know nothing about anything.  I'm a great bullshitter, this I already know, because look how far it's gotten me!  I've given speeches about places I've never been and written novels about people I've never met, and this has worked out fine for me so far.  But now I realize I really know nothing, and I love it, it's liberating, it's freeing, it's perpetually consuming - the thought that there is so much more to discover out there.  Just waiting for me, waiting for my opportunity.

Changes, I'll see you soon.