Just got back from the library. As always I found myself sitting on those big stone steps and looking at the road in front, where the flow of people and traffic never ceases. Vivian, my buddy, was happy to see me. "I miss your company these days," he says. Yeah, I'll start coming here more often, I said.

I look at the people ... old, young, beautiful, ugly, fat, thin; I pick up words from their chatter ... some appear wise, others not so. I see a big group of college girls - so full of life ... all wearing those hipsters and short tops which leave that little wobble of flesh exposed around the waist ... what a drab world it would be without them.

And then I realised something: when I look at all these people passing by, I tend to get this feeling that I am one up on them ...know what I mean? I feel I am wiser and actually know something they don't; and in a way it gives me an odd sense of satisfaction. Now why is that ... can anybody tell me? Because I haven't a clue ... and I sure as hell don't have any real reason to feel that way. But yet I do.

... funny how the mind works, no?

As for Dee, I hope she can pick up the pieces and start over. It won't be easy but she doesn't really have a choice.

.... well, she can choose not to and go mad in the process. Like me.

I am bludy mad, you know ... mad mad mad!

Peace, love, and regular doses of sanity.