Privacy

You know something we have that we seem to take for granted? The privacy of our own thoughts. The very fact that only you, the real you --your spirit--has absolute access to what goes on in your mind.

Truth

Who are you?
Really... who are YOU?
What exactly do you stand for?

I remember

07/03/16
19:49

My stomach hurts. Like crazy. Reminds me of you and your stomach troubles.
Reminds me of how you don't eat bread with tea; how you won't touch regular biscuits. 

PRISON

"It was cramped and stank of urine, faeces, cigarette smoke and filthy, diseased human bodies. There was only enough room to move a few steps in either direction or to squat with your knees pulled to your chest, else you'd constitute a nuisance. When we laid down to sleep, we had to lie in a neat file so that most of us would fit in, head to foot, foot to head, so we didn't have to inhale one another's stinky breaths. The rest had to stand, and these were usually the weaklings or the JJCs who didn't have a prison rep.
It was awful."

Fallow Ground

Yesterday, a cross-eyed dude in a funny flannel shirt came to my house. Apparently, he had been conscripted by the Bridagier General of the family (mummy...hahaa) to do some farm work on the small, uncemented area on the left side of the compound.