This morning I drove through a small rainbow.

Ah, the wonders of being young. I was always aware of death, including my own; but somehow I felt exempt. Sometimes I still do. My instinct and my mind are in a constant battle with each other. There is ultimately no winner, of course. The idea is to maintain some kind of solidity for my fragile mask of sanity whilst trudging about the weathered waking and sleeping worlds.

I like masks. I loathe masks.