Tuesday, December 03, 1991

Sober Reflections.

Teetering like a madman on the precipice of the East/West balance, afraid of losing to the East....
a long haul, seven years of drifting back and forth , the stultifying monotony leading to a terrifying complacency overiding the continual desire to leave.

I am lost, cascading down the ladder of my youth, having pissed it away in the quicksand of time.