“Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long” -Imre Kertesz
Few days back I visited a new continent.
It was full of friendly angels with halos around their head. I had lunch with them everyday.
I am a boor when it comes to cutlery. Besides I was nervous by the aura of their halos.
The lunch table discussions were often illuminating, but I was busy with my self-flagellation. It can be fun.
Introspecting my sorry and envious soul was as good as visiting a new continent every other day.
Time to time, when others were not looking, I would give it a shot to enhance my non-existent self-confidence.
But all of a sudden the conversation would turn my way, choking me a bit.
Everything was so VERY beautiful there. And I probably had better sleep than I ever had in my life.